Barefoot Goddess of Temptation
Barefoot Goddess of Temptation
by Aspen • 888-750-4746 Ext 899
My foot fetish isn’t a secret—I see it in your eyes every time I cross my legs. You call it foot worship, but to me, it’s foreplay. I let you kiss my toes, suck each one, and moan against my arches while I giggle softly and whisper that good boys always start at my feet.
My skin is warm beneath your eager tongue as you trail it up my instep to the sensitive hollow behind my anklebone. With a playful nip, I pull back and tease you by extending my foot away. You quickly grasp my calf, your hands caressing up to my thigh as you plead for more. “Not yet,” I laugh, using my other foot to press against your chest and hold you at bay.
Propping my knees apart, I savor the view of you on your knees, gazing adoringly up at me. Slowly, deliberately, I lift one foot, toes curled, and place it on your lips. You close your mouth over my sole, sucking gently as I rock my weight onto you. Your nose presses into my heel as you breathe me in, my sweet scent mingling with the musk of your arousal.
“Lick between my toes, baby,” I purr, guiding your tongue to circle my second toe before drifting down to the tender space between my big and index toe. “That’s it, show me how much you crave my feet.” Jesus, the way you suck, the reverence in your eyes… This GFE is all about sensual domination, and I’m the goddess granting your every desire.
With a sly smile, I toehold your head, yanking you closer until our noses nearly touch. “Now, kiss the top of my foot and let’s see who’s in charge here,” I taunt, a challenge glimmering in my warm brown eyes. You obey without hesitation, your lips pressing into the soft skin—and in that moment, I know I’ve ensnared this foot fetishist completely. My bare feet are his world, and he’s utterly devoted to worshipping every inch of me.
