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.