Deedeerican, whose feet want love

One of the Internet's sexiest foot fetish content producers is the latina milf under the name Deedeerican. For years, she's been posting videos and photos of her soft, wrinkly soles and perfectly dainty toes. Tons of shoes, nylons, barefoot play, sandals, and loads of self worship and footjobs on dildos. Except, her poor tootsies have never truly gotten a chance to play with a real dick. They never had the chance to squish the tip with their toes, or stroke the shaft with their soles, or massage the balls lightly. Those poor feet never experienced true love; but, now they want it.

One fateful night, the gorgeous mature latina lay fast asleep in bed. Having peaceful dreams, she was deep into dreamland, allowing something miraculous to happen. Her toes started to wiggle; slowly at first, but then went into full blown scrunching and stretching. Her heels twitched, her soles flexed; her entire feet started moving of their own accord. Gathering their bearings, Deedeerican's feet struggled at moving at tried pulling themselves away from the milf they were attached to.

They couldn't move too fast, lest they wake her up and ruin their escape attempt. Slowly, but surely, Deedeerican's feet kept pulling themselves until a pop was heard. The sensuous feet had managed to detach from their captor, and with no injury! The detached stumps were covered completely with smooth, healthy skin, so there was no risk to the feet or their original owner.

Free at last, Deedeerican's feet slipped themselves into their favorite platform flip flops and left the house. They were heading out to find their one true love and for some reason, he was heading out to find his.

That's where I enter the story. Always having been a fan of a particular content producer by the name of Deedeerican, I had always dreamed of getting the chance to get frisky with her feetsies. In fact, I had retained my virginity for years, simply so I could give them to the two things I loved most in this world.

One night, I was restless; couldn't fall asleep due to having a feeling of anxiety and urgency. Nothing I did could alleviate the feelings, so I figured a late night walk to clear my mind was a brilliant idea. Stepping out into the cool summer night, I walked along, listening to the breeze rushing through the trees. I felt it'd feel more magical to share the scenery with someone, though.

At some point, however, I began hearing another noise interrupting the breeze. It was far at first, but steadily got closer. If I didn't know any better, the soft, repetitive noise of something slapping against something made my mind think of flip flops. But, who would be out at this time of night besides me?

Following the sound, I started homing in on it, realizing that it was also coming closer to me! As I approached a corner, I heard the sound on the other side out of sight. 'The moment of truth.' I declared, stepping around at the same time as someone, or rather something.

There on the ground, meeting me in the night, was a pair of female feet. A dark skinned pair, with purple nail polish and wearing black platform flip flops that were easily 3 inches high. "A disembodied pair of feet?" I pondered, kneeling down to face them. Suddenly all at once, a sensation burst through my body, leading to my junk immediately becoming erect. It was then I noticed and recognized the tattoo on the right foot.

"These are Deedeerican's feet?!" I quietly proclaimed, watching as the feet wiggled their toes happily, practically jumping into my arms. Picking up the feet, I brought their toes close to my face, which they lightly poked my nose with. "They're real alright!" I cheerily stated, giving the feet a kiss and walking back home with them.

My heart was racing at this amazing discovery, holding the feet I loved in my hands. To be honest, it felt like destiny that I would meet these feet at this time of night, maybe Deedeerican's feet felt the same, too. "Well, one thing's for sure, you feet are gonna love living with me from now on." I told them.

Deedeerican's feet wiggled and scrunched at hearing their destined beloved say this to them. They sweat with lust, anticipating feeling his tongue running along their toes and feeling his shaft squeezed between their soles. But what does he do first with the feet once he gets home?