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When your waifu becomes cultured. I will be giving out BIG rewards for adding!
This choice: ...rub my feet, I need to unwind after all that training and working out."  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

Between a heel and a hard place.

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...rub my feet, I need to unwind after all that training and working out." The woman said in a plain tone as she went past Airi and thus giving the boy a small whiff of the scent of her body. An sour musk ripe with hard-earned sweat and fresh water, with a vague hint of lilac. An undoubted remnant of a lotion or...maybe perfume. Or although he has heard that there body-wash that can last up a full day. He didn’t dwell on that honestly idle tidbit of thought as she sat down on a big brown recliner in the right corner of the room.

"Ribbiitt!~" The woman squealed to herself as the cushions of the chair did its job swimmingly. Easing her overworked flesh and it; the coolness of the surface was the icing on the cake-thing was worth every single bit of individual yen of her pay. Her fingers crawled down to the lever and pulled it up-causing the mechanism for the recliner's once vacant footstool to be sprang into action. Lifting those rock busting gumshoes to the midair. The weary things slowly crossed with the long toes of her left foot to slowly dangles the corresponding sandal.

"Hurry up and pull up a foot-stool and come to my feet 'Ribbit! They need to be rubbed like now!" The woman gasped hurriedly. The fast acting comfort of her recliner made her only want a pair of hands to knead her tired, overworked feet more than ever. The boy did what he was told, soon coming face to face with the sizable things. The feet's muggy warmth made his cheeks red while the sight of wrinkly thick folds of dusty skin, partially hidden by well worn rubber, caused his cock slowly to grow. He never had much intimate experience with girls, never mind a fully fledged woman. His legs quickly crossed to hide his shame. The boy's yellow eyes stared at the things-much too shy to massage another person, much less a member of the opposite sex. But the woman is undoubtedly waiting on it and he DEFINITELY doesn't want to get on her bad side.

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