Tag: smell my feet

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

After a night of Trick or treating, little Johnny came running home to his Mommy. His sack was full…of goodies, he’d collected by going door to door. First, he’d giggle as the door of a neighbor opened, and then he’d yell, “Trick or treat! Smell my feet!” Each house on our block had given Johnny quite the haul!

His Mommy was in bed by the time her little sugar bean arrived home. He rushed into her room and jumped right up onto the bed, tipping over his candy bucket to send treats sailing all over the bedcovers. “My goodness, you had a good night.” Mommy reached for Johnny and pulled him down beside her where she could kiss on his cheeks. He squirmed and squiggled.

“I wanna eat every piece tonight!” He announced, trying to pull away from his Mommy’s greedy arms.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

I pride myself in never having stinky feet, but Tommy really likes it when my feet are smelly. Unfortunately for him, I always keep them easy, breezy in open-toed shoes. It’s like showing a man everything he could ever want and then denying him the prize. This morning he told me he planned us a Sunday Funday. He said he had everything planned; I didn’t have to do a thing! He’d make all the choices, and I would just have to enjoy myself.

It sounded like a dream! I didn’t even question it when he said he planned an outfit for the day so I’d be comfortable. He’d bought me a new pair of sneakers and some really sexy shorts to wear with a new tee he’d picked out. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten socks, so I had to slide my poor toes into those brand new, tight, confining sneaks. Not too big of a deal, I was ready for a Funday!

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