"You don't mind do you?" She cooed, "I love it when you play with my feet."
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| "Do you want to paint my toes now?" |
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| So she rested her right foot on the top of my left thigh, and her left foot on top of my right |
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| "I can hold it between my toes, you know," |
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| ..I let my lips roamed over the top of her foot, pausing at the ankle to uncross her legs, holding one of her feet in each of my hands... |
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| It was everything I imagined. The soft firmness of the pad of her foot, the smooth roundness of her nail |
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