She pulls her feet away just as you were enjoying her feet.
"Ew! What are you, some kind of foot freak?" She says in disgust.
You look down at her feet embarrassed, you didn't really know what to say. What you did know was you wanted her feet pressed on your face again.
"Sorry, I just like your feet..." is all you could mumble out, still staring at her feet.
She notices you staring at her feet and begins lifting her foot in the air, your eyes follow her feet. She moves her feet around the air, watching your eyes chasing them like you were in a trance.
Suprisingly she laughs, "you really like my feet that much?" She says in a more amused tone.
"I know its weird, but your feet are so pretty... especially in those long black socks" you tell her.
"Uh, thanks I guess?" she says.
After an awkward silence with you STILL staring at her feet, she finally says, "oh fine, you can go on the floor and sniff my feet you weirdo"
"You.. you'll really let me?" You say in shock, "Yes, now get down there before i change my mind foot boy." Melissa says.
You slowly crawl to the floor at her socked feet on the ground while she's sitting on the couch from above. Before you put you do anything, you stare at them now that they're meer inches away from you-
"Are you just gonna stare at them all day?" She says while fiddling with the tv remote.
Still not believing your luck, you bow your head down to her foot and sniff. Her feet smell strong, must be all the sweat trapped in those knee high black socks
You begin kissing the top of her feet.
Melissa looks down at you and...
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