We meet again at your place. I have come by to see your boyfriend but he's not home just yet so we're on the couch together. You must be so excited to be alone with me finally. You smile, pretending innocence in removing your slippers and teasing me with your socked feet, wrinkling them up and spreading them in front of me. "What do you think I mean?" You then begin peeling them off, slowly, luring me into arousal. You act at first as if it's a sweet sort of compliment that I should be bedazzled by your feet, you want to disarm me and put me at my ease. You smirk at how little it... Show more