Little foot-fun to to loosen up the situation pt. 2

As Olivia went back to eating, the bastard was still massaging/molesting her sexy feet. She tried hard to ignore the feeling of Otto's rough hands on her soft and smooth foot skin. He was kneading and molding the skin of her feet like plasticine. He was peeing really hard on the pads of her toes like buttons. He was tugging and pinching her soles, and he was grabbing and stretching the skin of her heels without restraint. The goddess just tried to focus on eating.

-"God. Each serving is more and more tart and sour. This sauce is also getting thicker and so lumpy. Despite everything, this taste is strangely familiar"

As she pondered over this strange taste, she felt relief. Her feet were no longer being massaged/maltreated. However, she felt a strange warm sensation, and it was a sweaty face on the skin of her soles. Yes, Otto lifted her feet by the ankles, thus stopping the **** and raised them to the height of his face and put them on himself like a mask. With his pig snout he absorbed the sweet natural smell of Olivia's feet, but also the sweat that appeared from the heat. Those feet were so big that they covered his whole face.

– Olivia, to make sure the numbness doesn't come back start moving your feet

– What do you mean?

– Start waving them, bending and unbending, spreading and shrinking your toes, just move them in every way possible, and I will guide them

Olivia did as she was told, her feet looked like fish struggling and trying to escape, but Otto held them tightly by the ankles. The soft, smooth soles of her feet and the pads of her toes were slapping his face. He loved it, he would stick his nose between her toes to feel that sweat and those toes curling around the sides of his nose. If Olivia had focused on what she felt under her tootsies, she could have felt the complete spread of warts, pimples and other facial deformities, the rough, dry but still oily skin and on top of that, she couldn't feel it of course, but he had lots and lots of blackheads on his nose.

–"Time for a second taste"

He stuck out his jagged tongue, full of cloudy saliva, but he didn't really have to move it much himself. Olivia's struggling feet were already doing the job themselves. They were getting lubricated with his saliva, which was just a more watery version of some old gelatinous glue. Her soles were getting more and more slobbery, but she was only focusing on her meal, because there was less than half left. He watched her toes dance with such grace that he couldn't hold it in, when suddenly CHOMP, he grabbed her right big toe and didn't let it escape. He was like a fish that had taken the bait and was fighting for it. That foot was fighting to escape, but he sucked with great vigor and didn't let go and circled that toe with his tongue, and the rest of the toes tickled his left cheek. He let go of the big toe, and thick saliva was oozing from it, and he ran his tongue over the rest of the toes several times, inserting it into every crevice, not letting any of them stay dry, although in his opinion that was forgotten. He repeated the same action with her left foot, moved it away from his face and they were already all marked with his nasty saliva. All wet, sticky, oozing and still wriggling sweetly.

– Olivia spread your legs, we need to connect your feet

– Why? - she asked him why surprised him

– You know eee..., to make sure everything is good and, and... - he licked his lips - and I think that this dish was really good after the second taste

Of course he was talking about the taste of her tottsies, but it was the words that really made Olivia think that maybe she hadn't ruined the meal so much and did as he told her. When she spreads legs, he put her soles together.

– Start rubbing them to each other

She did it, without answering because her mouth was full. She shared, connected, mixed the saliva of her feet that Otto had given her. From all the caresses on his face his nose started to itch, without thinking he stuck finger into nose to scratch and pulled out a thick booger. The pervert didn't know what to do with it at first, but he found a great spot. He placed it on the shiny, well-groomed nail of her left big toe. In the interests of "justice" and his degraded mind, he inserted his finger into the other nostril and pulled out practically the same thing, gluing it to her right pearl nail. This sight had to be immortalized

– Olivia, pass me my phone, it's by my plate

– Here

She didn't even ask herself for what reason he needs his phone right now. She took it and handed it to him under the table, Otto took it from her hand and left some green snot on her wrist, disgusting. He was recording the spectacle of rubbing against each other, when he finally had to let his friend go. He slightly pulled the waistband of his swimming trunks apart, and his rocket shot right between her feet, and the feeling of being between those bimbo's feet was great. This feeling didn't escape Olivia, however, she felt this strange hot rod, she felt it earlier between her breasts, but she had to finish, she was like in a trance, just to finish this bad meal. Just a few more bites (it would help if she took bigger portions on the fork, she only prolonged her suffering). Otto took a picture of his equipment between her feet, and she kept moving her feet. how she supposedly focused on eating and at the same time constantly moving her feet, a multitasking whore. It was a pity that she was rubbing sideways and not up and down and with more ****, but this virgin was luckier than anyone else. It was time for the last portion and just like with the delicious ice cream it was the most disgusting. In reality it was just a portion of his yellow sperm with pubes. She even looked at it, she just wanted to finish. She put it in her mouth and almost choked on how disgusting it was, she had to drink some lemonade and this is where Otto's trap comes into play, because her new glass was full again and the old one was strangely empty, but she didn't notice.