8 Min
Miss Brat’s new boyfriend couldn’t wait to worship her feet. He had been dreaming about this moment for weeks, and now that he was finally here, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He watched her walk over to him, her long legs striding confidently in her high heels. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her pantyhose was sheer and silky, clinging to her skin like a second layer of skin. As she approached him, he could feel his cock growing harder in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to worship her feet, to feel their softness against his lips and tongue. He watched as she sat down on the bed, her legs crossed at the ankle, and he knelt before her. “Worship my feet, boy,” she commanded, her voice low and seductive. He leaned forward and kissed the inside of her ankle, savoring the taste of her perfume and the musky scent of her skin. He ran his tongue along the curve of her arch, tracing the lines of her veins and savoring the feel of her skin against his lips. She moaned softly, running her fingers through his hair, urging him to go deeper. He obeyed, licking and sucking at her toes, tracing the curves of her nails with his tongue, and savoring the taste of her skin against his lips. He looked up at her, his eyes locked onto hers, and she smiled, her eyes glittering with desire. She lifted her leg higher, inviting him to explore her more deeply. He leaned forward, running his hands up her calf, and then higher still, until his fingers were brushing against the top of her stocking. He could feel the heat rising between them, the tension building as they both surrendered to their desires. He kissed her thigh, running his tongue along the seam of her stocking, savoring the taste of her skin against his lips.
