Survival was the last thing on your mind at this point, your fetish for feet rearing it's head in light of the enormous sole crashing down upon you. You laid there, face pressed against the smooth skin, your body enveloped by the thick, surprisingly soft sole. With what little room you had to move, you raised your arms closer to your face, pressing upwards to give your head a small amount of room to move. Showing little hesitation, you pressed your face up, letting your little tongue press into the flesh.
You were surprised by how smooth it was against your tongue, and the taste wasn't all-too horrible, most salty skin and sweat. The initial lick alone was enough to cause you quite the uncomfortable tension in your pants, leaving you to grind your hips up with each individual lick you placed upon the colossal sole. It felt like you were in heaven, the warmth of the foot wrapping itself around your body, seemingly grinding down upon your tiny little body.
Suddenly it felt as though more weight was put on top of you, knocking the wind out of you and making you wheeze just a little. In your mind, you wondered what could be going on...
Up above, Coop had removed his second boot and sock, and was working on the rest of his clothes, leaving his chest and feet both bare. The sudden weight you felt was Coop standing up, and removing his jeans. With a sudden wash of cold air and light, the foot had lifted off of you, your body falling to the ground with a small thump. You look up at Coop, seeing...
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