Even better, giggling Heather cast that leopard-patterned skirt back and thrust her other foot upon me, doubling down on our podophilic exchange.
Being pinned giddily between those yearning/spurning feet made me squirm like a burning worm. Of course I just poured this into service, continuing to use my mouth and other facial features to provide all the liquid and pressure necessary to wet and vigorously muscle-rub both those exalting extremities. In fact a kind of frenzy overwhelmed me for a while. Shamelessly humping the bed while using this undulation to power my face-abasing ablutions, I carried on slurp-splurging ever more urgently until Mistress Hunter’s crowing thrilled through me.
“Look at that, femdom fans! Did you ever go at your first chance to worship me with such gustatory gu
