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Rated: E · Interactive · Erotica · #1976401

You're kidnapped by a wicked foot fetishist to fulfill his (and your) desires.

This choice: You press your foot into his face, letting him know you’re awake  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

You press your foot into his face, letting him ...

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Your breath hitches as his tongue dances along the ball of your foot, swirling slowly, like he’s savoring every drop of that flavored lotion. It’s sweet — almost innocent — but beneath it is the heavy tension of indulgence. Of obsession.

You feel his mouth part again, ready to envelop another toe, when you move.

In a flash, your hand shoots out from under the covers and seizes his wrist. His body tenses. You don’t speak right away — you simply open your eyes, staring straight into the dimly lit room. You can’t see all of him, just the outline of his head near your feet and the way he freezes under your grip, clearly not expecting you to wake up — let alone take control.

"You’ve had your fun," you murmur, your voice quiet but sharp with intent. Your thumb presses into the inside of his wrist, not hard, just enough to make him feel the shift in power. "Now it’s my turn."

Without letting go, you shift your body forward and stretch your leg, slowly pressing the sole of your foot against his face. You feel his breath catch against your arch, and the way he melts just a little at your touch. He doesn’t resist. Good boy.

You let your toes graze across his lips, feeling the heat of his breath and the reverence in his stillness. He knows he’s caught — and more importantly, he knows you’re enjoying this even more than he is. You dig your heel lightly into his shoulder, pushing him back just enough to assert your position, while your other foot slips into his lap, resting with deliberate weight.

"You want to worship them?" you whisper, tilting your head. "Then ask."
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