You look up at the witch. Her cropped leggings bustling in the strong wind as her foot began to decend upon you, the smell of her foot lingering and attacking your sinuses. Surprisingly, they smelt a tad sweet, her natural aroma mixing with the scent of grass and not to mention the strong sweat smell eminating from them.
Soon enough, your lips part and your tongue reaching out through your lips. Your palette graced her covered sole, plastering against the very bottom as you drag yourself on up the foul, arousing and yet delicious tasking appendage driving you wild.
Eventually, after working yourself through, you go back to fill in her instep. Drawing and 'cleaning' her carefully and slowly. As you reach the ball of her foot, you feel her toes pinching and curling against your nose.
"Very very good. You're a born foot sucker. Now, you might be able to get around the second foot licking if you actually tell me what you know. Otherwise-" Medusa tilted her foot, pulling her sole from your lips as she directed her dainty toes towards you, almostas if you was pointing at you.
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