“All my life I wasn’t trying to get on the highway
I was wondering which way to go
Spending all of my damn time
Leaving all the weight behind.”
feet
At least he admits it.
I kind of looked at this for a while like hmmm what’s the point of whoever put her like that can’t get at her pussy or ass or even her mouth.
And then I was like…oh.
Her feet.
While he was here, Sir fucked me from behind until I came and promptly fell asleep.
He picked up my cell phone and took a few photos of me napping to show me when I woke up.
This one was my favorite.
Hey, Mister.
Spent a pretty solid amount of time today sans pants.
Whatever.
Being a Brave Girl, Part Five
After I came, he untied my hands and let me stretch my legs out while he continued to fuck me. As he did, he held onto my feet, told me how cute they were, bit the soles how he knows I like.
When he got close, he pulled out and stood over me. He grabbed one of my feet and put it against his cock, sliding it up and down his shaft. His eyes closed and he let out a contented exhale.
“Oh, you fucking pervert,” I teased. He smirked and bit his lip. “You’ve got a foot fetish, admit it.”
And maybe I’ll admit I like how much he likes it. It might just turn me on.
Sweetheart knows that nothing makes him harder than her tiny little feet.
Copycatting my favorite bunny.
As promised, a naughty update.
Things you can’t see: The knot in the crotchrope over my clit and the vibrator tucked into the rope underneath me.
Things you can see: My new beddddd (so comfy).
Sir says I’m totally transparent.
Which makes me feel teensy tiny in the best way.