Tina hummed softly to herself. Her vacant eyes looked down on you as if she is watching you take care of her feet. Though, Tina is deeply concentration with your foot message and doesn't notice she might be "staring" at you. Little time passes and she is finding it very relaxing. She feels your fingers weaving between her toes, stretching them out. Tina smiles and wrap her toes around your thumb playfully. You playful struggle a bit before she lets you go.
She feels the warm sunlight bathing through the windows. Sunlight in the fall is very pleasant to her than any time of year. Not too hot. Not too cold.
Though, it is getting a little too warm. Forgetting you are right in front of her in the bookstore, Tina reached down to her waist and grabbed the edges of her sweater. With a little annoying trouble at her bust, Tina slid her sweater off and toss it under her legs.
Mean time, that little show of playfulness invited you to go farther. You pulled Tina's feet higher to your head, which Tina laid on her back to better enjoy herself. No worries that she could see you, you pressed her feet together and smelled the bottom of her feet. Her alluring smell of her stinky feet is insanely delicious. Such smell is what you have been craving for since you started this quest an hour ago. You keep drowning your nose in her wonderful smell and your boner grew right in your pants. Not caring because the only other person in the room is blind, you silently unzipped your pants and pulled your dick out.
Tina laid of the desk, wondering why you stopped messaging her feet. Then she felt something slimy slid against her left foot. You had begun licking her feet. Surprised, Tina suddenly sat up. "Webster, what are you doing?" She asked a little frighten.
You were surprise by her sudden movement and pulled back with her feet still in your hands. Tina's butt laid at the edge of the desk and she fell.
Tina's ass had slipped forward off the desk. You tried to grabbed for her but it happened so fast you instead pulled her legs towards you till her jean thighs deeply sandwiched your cock. Tina's head plummeted down. She landed on the floor with an OOF and a GROAN and was knock out cold.
Frighten and worried, you looked down at Tina. Her eyes laid open and her head rested on the sweater she dropped. She doesn't look ok. What are you going to do?
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