A story of feet

His pretty feet are playing with my sex. They are slim. Slender. Delicate. Manicured. They still smell of soap. They titillate me, caress me, touch me, press me and penetrate me slowly. And at the sale time, I’m also playing with his sex. We are like young adolescents trying a new adult game. Our amused and full of desire eyes attend this precious moment out of time.