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It’s time to pay, my foot-lovers, attention.
Freshly pedicured, from the shop,
Colored toenails, sure do pop.
Cherry red or sky blue,
Black as night, it’s up to you.
Maybe neon, is what you seek,
Maroon glitter, looking sleek.
Al natural, might be your choice,
Or French tips, make you rejoice.
As long as their smooth and cut to perfection,
My cute feet, need no correction.
From teen till now, I noticed guys staring,
Eyes looking down, to see what I’m wearing.
Flip flops or heels, for them, no matter,
Tall boots or sandals, will cause a chatter.
Sometimes t’was the socks I’d wear,
Or gawking because my feet were bare.
Some want my piggies, wearing hose,
Nylon encasing my sexy toes.
You may kneel, or sit in a chair,
And give your princess, foot loving care.
Start caressing, and give that massage,
Turn your lap, into my foot garage.
Oh yea, make that thumb march,
Up under my pads and up under my arch.
Feeling incredible, from all that kneading,
Never stop, is my pleading.
Now that your cock, is so stiff,
I lift my foot, for you to sniff.
You repeatedly inhale, my scent of the day,
Praying to God, it never goes away.
Moaning and groaning, from my size seven,
From heel to toe, the smell is heaven.
No embarrassment and no shame,
Treating the other foot, just the same.
The void in your life, is no longer a miss,
Softly my soles, you begin to kiss.
Then the smooches, continue on top,
My essence is gravy, and you do sop.
While your face provides, my foot stool,
Keep kisses dry, and do not drool.
With my hand, I grab your dick,
Kisses transform, into a lick.
I replace my hand, with my feet,
Footjob started, on your meat.
My arches bouncing, on your pole,
Bottoms pressed, provides your hole.
Plenty of precum, for lubrication,
Fucking feet, your masturbation,
You lean back, you’re ready to blast,
The footjob now is very fast.
With a throb, your cum explodes,
Covering my feet, like a dozen loads.
Thick and slimy and strong as cider,
My toes now webbed, like from a spider.
Maybe you give that cum a taste,
Why let it, go to waste?
Slurp it up, not to be mean,
Now look, their all clean.
A good foot sub, you did your job,
Used my feet, to polish your knob.
Don’t be sad, or show sorrow,
You may worship, again tomorrow.
Toes...the small of the foot...the slope leading to the ankle...
You always seem to take sex and fetishes and make them fun with your poetry!
Brittni, Erato is certainly inspiring you! Rated 5 stars once more.