You can't say no to that, so, a moment later, your boxer shorts are somewhere on the floor. "Now sit just where you were sitting a second ago," she says.
You kneel at her feet, and she lifts one foot and plops it in your lap. Her toes search briefly before finding the hard shaft of your cock, and her touch sends a wave of fever through you.
"Do you like this?" she asks, as she trails her toes up and down your length. Her touch is gentle, deft, and certain, and you're not lying when you tell her "Yes."
As her toes play with you, she watches you, trailing her fingers across her lips, and then down her throat. She smiles when she sees you sway, and when she hears your breathing grow ragged. She presses a little more firmly, moves a little more quickly, no longer just teasing.
You want her. You're ready to tear her pajamas off and fuck her silly. But what she's doing with her toes is so delicious that it almost seems like a tragedy to interrupt her.
"Do you want to come?" she whispers.
"Yes..."
"Mmmmm. In that case..."
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