Julie was sitting upon a bench and painting her toenails black with a sharpie when she witnessed Jesse's tumble. The sound of falling was what first grabbed her attention, but it was that beautiful shade of tender pink that made her eyes wide and her breath hitched.
That foot~
It was nothing less than perfection, it looked so silky soft and supple, as if it had received a pedicure every day of it's existence. Drool began to go down her lip as she pictured all the lewd things she'd do if she could get her hands on both of those magnificent feet.
She wanted to lick them raw, to suckle on his toes. To bind them in stocks and use them as her own two personnel scratching posts, raking her fingernails up and down against his arches for hours upon hours~
But as soon as it began it was over, Julie was forced back into reality when the boy slipped his shoe on and started walking away. Arousal was quickly replaced by fear, she had to know who that boy was! She quickly threw her own shoes on and chased after him, pushing her way through the crowd of students to get closer.
She had to meet him, she needed to see those beautiful feet again.
Unfortunately her enthusiasm was her downfall, quite literally, when she accidentally ended up barreling into someone. To her surprise she found she had bumped into...
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