The Most Intense Blowjob You’ll Ever Experience, Up Close And Personal

Prove that you aren’t a foot boy.” I didn’t know how to prove it, but it certainly wasn’t by growing a massive erection. Guilt began to flood over me, especially when I began to picture her small, slender feet. “Yeah.” We got up and went to bed. Or was it? “Sorry. But it didn’t happen. She looked at me and smiled. I continued rubbing Emili’s feet. Emili had gotten off work right at dinner time and she was famished. They were probably some of my favorite feet. But as I’ve stated, I’m a pushover. Shiann laughed. Yep, she was smiling. I felt my face redden with embarrassment as I tried stammering out an explanation. My cock touched Emili’s foot. Like she had some sort of authority over me. She was wearing a crop-top and short shorts. Because of the boss with the foot fetish?” At this point, I was red with embarrassment. She looked at me and smiled. As always, Emili hit the wall and yelled for her to turn it down. Something happened on the TV and for a brief second, her face was lit up. Okay, I was a pushover. “No, you’re just, like, super obvious. Dinner was finished and I took my plate and Emili’s and headed for the kitchen. When my eyes drifted back to Shiann, she nudged