I bolted awake, brain firing on all cylinders as I took in the room around me. The blonde, and the cafe, were gone, and I was back my room at that weird inn with its oddly shaped bed. The smell of musty feet and orange blossom lingered, filling the room and making my cock tingle. And speaking of the bed... it was a giant, sock-clad foot! Just a giant foot, protruding from the floor! I hadn't been laying on a pillow, just its enormous, musty toes, which wiggled slightly as I raised my head. God, was it alive? I bit back a groan as my cock pressed against something moist and soft, and I looked down to find that I'd been humping against the foot through a hole in the sock, just big enough to fit me. My dick ached, dribbling precum as the foot shifted slightly, rubbing my trapped cock with its huge sole.
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