She does, he provided a short story on how it came about. (no pun intended lol)she lets you cum on them?
Her foot got a good creaming!
Let's just say it's a tantalizing mix of her showing me her freshly painted nails—fully aware of what it means to show me her feet from every angle—her not refusing, or even asking for, a foot massage while placing them near my crotch, and her pretending to be uninterested while I lick the soles of her feet as she watches her TV showsDoes she ever tease you with them? Or does she show any interest in your using them at all? Or is she always indifferent?
Very sexy - love the blue polish
To make a long story short, I was at the stage where I was frequently massaging her feet, and long before that, I was licking them hidden under the table, but that's another, very long story.
Anyway, as described above, I was frequently massaging her feet while she watched her show and would end up falling asleep in front of it. She knew about my passion, though. Playing with fire, I ended up getting burned and masturbating on her divine, wrinkled soles, thinking she was still asleep. But no, she let me finish and ordered me to wipe up my mess, which scared the living daylights out of me.
When I apologized, instead of yelling at me, she told me she suspected it had never happened to me before, and that despite everything, I was a very good masseur. She added that if that was all it took to please me, and since I'd always been there to help her with daily tasks, as long as I remained respectful, there was a chance I could benefit from it again. That's the short version.
Look page 1 and 2Kinda looks like my moms feet, got any good pics of her soles?
Le has hecho cosquillas en los pies. Eso sería emocionantePara resumir, yo estaba en la etapa en la que le masajeaba los pies con frecuencia, y mucho antes de eso, se los lamía escondido debajo de la mesa, pero esa es otra historia, muy larga.
En fin, como ya he dicho, solía masajearle los pies mientras ella veía la tele y terminaba quedándome dormido. Ella sabía de mi afición. Jugando con fuego, terminé quemándome y masturbándome sobre sus divinas y arrugadas plantas de los pies, pensando que seguía dormida. Pero no, me dejó terminar y me ordenó que limpiara el desastre, lo que me asustó muchísimo.
Cuando me disculpé, en lugar de gritarme, me dijo que sospechaba que nunca me había pasado algo así y que, a pesar de todo, era un muy buen masajista. Añadió que si con eso bastaba para complacerme, y dado que siempre la había ayudado con sus tareas diarias, mientras siguiera siendo respetuoso, podría volver a disfrutar de sus servicios. En resumen.