Play with Emma's feet

One day that week you come home to find find Emma sitting on the couch relaxing with a glass of whiskey in her hand. Her hair looks particularly cute and you tell her you like the skirt she's wearing. It's shorter than she normally wears. You like how much of her legs are exposed and your eyes are drawn all the way down their length to her feet.

You find you can't take your eyes off of her feet. They, like the rest of Emma, are beautiful and you realize that you haven't given them much of my attention recently. You need to make up for this.

You get down on your hands and knees a few steps away from Emma's feet, crawling the last few paces. You reach out and touch one and hear her distantly, say "Oooh!" She wiggles her toes as you run your hands up and down her feet, cherishing them. Her nails are painted a sexy red. The work is precise—as delicate as the feet that wears it.

You work your thumbs up and down the soles of her feet. You hear sound of approval as you push harder. You tug gently on each toe, working the joints, loosening them, relaxing them. You grip a foot by the heel and rub my fingers into her ankles. You want to hit all the spots.

You take a pinkie toe into your mouth. Emma calls your name, "John," but you only respond by rolling your tongue around her baby toe. You slowly pull your mouth off, sucking gently. Then you move on to the next toe. One by one you work your way through all ten of her toes. You make out with them, tonguing and sucking and licking them all. You pull your hands away just to readjust your cock that it trying to poke a hole through your pants.

When you've sucked each toe you begin licking in between them all. A tongue is a wonderful tool. It can gently slide in where nothing else would have access.

Emma pulls a foot away from you, places it on your forehead, and pushes you back a step. Then she rub it gently on your head, tussling your hair. You catch a glimpse up her skirt and see right up to her bare pussy. You liked that she has stopped bothering wearing panties around the house. They just got in the way.

You grab one of her feet and hold it tightly, but gently. You begin to massage it again, in awe. It's the foot of a princess. Petite and soft. Such a beautiful foot with delicious, red-tipped toes. She really is a doll head to toe.

Emma has clearly gotten quite turned on from the attention. She's squirming in her seat and then asks you very directly, "Please John, will you fuck me?"