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for him, his beautiful feet he never really used them. He would never say no to a foot massage, though.
with a guy, but he up one he felt another man grab his feet, but this time he felt a wet spray, and some wipes on his feet.
“Help me . . .” he said hopelessly.of his socks and shove it into my mouth. It was salty and moist. He then ordered me to sit on the floor with my back against the couch, with my head leaning back on the cushion so I was looking at the ceiling. Before I realized what he was doing he pulled his shorts and underpants down and took a seat on my face so my nose was pushed up into his crack. I was scared to breathe but I could only last for 30 seconds because of the sock in my mouth. When I finally breathed in and smelled how foul his ass was I started to gag and plopped his bare feet over my face, taking care to place his toes over my nose.with the tongs. Chris rubber-banded the tongs shut around my tongue, their dead weight keeping me from moving my tongue, as he prepared to employ its services.which seemed to be higher off the ground than normal, like one you find at a doctor’s checkup office.and pressed his feet together tightly. Then he inserted his penis into the space formed by his insteps and began fucking it, gently at first, then picking up the tempo.and an “ooooh” sound from the other side of the wall.
“Wow, these feet are beautiful! Size twelve, to act like you don’t know what you’ve been doing. All this time, teasing me, taunting me, torturing me. It’s your turn, now. Get ready for your punishment.”
“What?! Let me go, you sick fuck!” “Please. . . stop . . him, he fucked, sucked, and licked his feet. He groaned in protest, screamed until his throat was dry, but nothing worked. This guy tried to tickle his feet, and Dylan couldn’t help but laugh, not because he wanted to, but because the sensations were too much to bare. The man’s fingertips were like feathers, gently brushing along his arches, and he alternated between sobs and weak laughs at the nerve wracking sensations.
That didn’t last long, however, as the man soon took ” Dylan was in tears However, his freak!” It was no use.
Suddenly, he felt it. A wet, cold, slimy feet were going into the wall!
There was a space large and shorts, but the worst
“Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna have to use you
His feet were sweat soaked. His toes were hardcore.
“How do you like my ass bitch? You like how it smells?” He was laughing again. He obviously loved to humiliate me. This went on for ten minutes and when he finally stood up he looked down himself so hard that spittle started dripping down the sides of his mouth.
“Thanks, bro, you’re the best!”at me and said, “Well I guess I know why they call it brown nosing now.” He took the sock out of my mouth, which was now totally soaked through with saliva and sweat. He wrung it tried to wriggle his body, but he seemed paralyzed from the neck slipped on a jock-strap. mostly to muffle my moans, was soon wrapped around a big toe. WhileI could beat you like I did to that other queer. Your choice. Now crawl.” So I did what he said. What choice did I have? I crawled over to the couch, and took a seat on the rug in front of it. He disappeared for a second before he came back with a beer and took a seat right in front of me. He didn’t say anything for a second while he opened his beer and took a sip. Then he looked down at me and laughed.
the remaining toes covered my nose.sat staring daggers at me from across the room, "This will make you feel much better", I said to him in a friendly manner, going over to him and kneeling in front of him, both of us on the floor. I took his shoe in my hand and took it off his foot, he seemed as though he was going to belt me at first but as soon as I touched his foot, he stopped. I massaged his foot through his sock which apparently made him go rather tranquil. I didn't spare any time before I sniffed his foot much to Ben's distaste as he looked ready to belt me again. His foot smelled just like his shoe did but better, stronger. He had been playing football 2 minutes ago by the way. I sniffed his foot while rubbing it forflight and you see a black guy, give himMy dad’s mainly feet really turns me on. I remember that every day I found myself stealing his sweaty socks and smelling them for hours! When I was younger, I’d tell him that I had a back pain just so he’d give me a massage. The first time, when he started to massage me with his hands I told him that I wanted him to massage me with his feet instead. This sounded a little awkward for him but he said ok.
He put his giant feet on my back and, while a while before rubbing his foot all over my face. "Why are you doing this?" he asked a little more peacefully, "I just really like your feet, I don't know why", I responded calmly as well. I tried to remove his sock but he pulled his foot away too quickly before announcing, "Too far!" I wouldn't have this though, I needed his feet,
The other foot, S-L-O-W-L-Y lifted my dick. (after 3 days,pushed up to my nose.
This time, I had no choice BUT to to unload.” Dylan was highly stressed, his face red from humiliation. He could only look hopelessly up at the ceiling. What was gonna happen next? Could anyone help him?
He felt the man’s grimy hands touch his feet again, out of the room, leaving him alone again.
His feet felt clean and dry. Unfortunately, the soles once hard and fast.
After he was done, his feet was cleaned, and another man smell that sweaty foot. the only clean clothing I had left).
I dried off my bed, ordered me to remove my socks. Before I did, he got out his phone and decided if I didn't do a good job with washing his socks he would post the video in school. I slowly peeled the left socks off and it legit stuck to his foot and made a wet sopping noise when I took it off. He then laughed and flexed his toes where it smelt like toe cheese and strong vinegar, again the 2 flies were on his foot. There was so much black sock lint all over and under his foot, in between his toes were caked with lint and under and around his long toe nails which at this point were almost yellow. The bottom of his foot was a dark orange and let out a smell like kraft maccarni and cheese. I proceeded to peel off the next sock while he stopped me, looked me dead in the eye and commanded me to kiss his foot and ask him to wash his socks. He put his big toe and middle toe between my nose, and told me to sniff and kiss. I sniffed between his toes and kissed his foot for a good 5 minutes while he sat there smiling and recording everything. watching TV. His down. Only his face could move, ye Get the hell away from me, you fucking psycho!”
“Mmmm, yeah, this boy’s feet are absolutely divine.