MAYBE

You backed me up against the off-white bathroom door, standing completely naked in the clear platform mules you picked out for me. My freshly pedicured, perfectly suckable toes fit into them beautifully, lined up in cute white rows. The tanned skin of my bare ass pressed against the cool wood of the door, as I watched you carefully kneel down between my legs. You had shed all your clothing at my command, and it all laid in a pile a few feet away.

As you looked up at me, vividly hungry to bury your whole face in my honey-soaked opening, I twisted off the top of the slim, olive-colored bottle of oil. Instead of pouring it slowly, I let it splash liberally across my ripe, milky titties. You caught the excess drops, that spilled from my stiff nipples with your broad cock and steady hands. Using the oil, you began to seductively lubricate the curve of your meaty piston, right there in front of me. I looked down to watch you masterfully caress your brawny boner, drool leaking from my sensual lips.

Your gaze traveled from the now glistening head of your shaft to my delicately high arched feet, and up the flexed calves of my fit legs, to my toned thighs. I knew exactly what you desired of me, and that night, I was going to fuck you up.

I stepped my delicately high-heeled feet closer together, leaving just an inch of space between them, and dumped the remainder of the oil, down between my pillowy cleavage. It crawled towards my torso and drew slick shiny lines along the insides of my slender naked legs. I watched you watching the drips slide down to my ankles, and in between my toes.

Your tongue was out, and I could feel your soul begging for permission. So I stepped forward, positioning the toes of my feet on either side of your luscious balls. They brushed against my toes as you jacked off, and it felt so fucking hot. I gave your taint a soft nudge with my heels, and your cock slid right between my ankles like it was meant to be there.

Fuck.

You thrusted that fat ass dick right in between my naked legs. You fucked that heavy muscle between my heels. You humped them like you’ve always wanted to. I watched you do it. You fucked between my oily calves as I flex them. You wrapped your arms around my thighs, and pump fucked your cock between my feet with all the desperate longing, and wicked lust that had been building up in your taut little balls.

But promise me one thing, love.

Promise me you’ll look me in the eyes when you reach that breaking point, where the cum begins to well up in your gorgeous pecker.

Don’t be shy with me.

Promise me you’ll let go, and coat both of my elegant feet with your salty jizz.

Promise me you’ll wet every one of my toes, and thoroughly drench my clear high heels with your ball milk.

And maybe then I’ll let you squish your sloppy wet tongue all the way up inside my freshly shaven pussy.

Maybe then I’ll hang onto your ears, and fucking ride your mouth and nose until they are sticky, while you eat me out.

Maybe then I’ll squirt repeatedly, all over your face and hair, as I make myself cum with my nimble fingers.

Maybe.