"I want my toes sucked!" May ordered.
"If you say so."
May's foot sat so perfectly in your hand, you had to stop and admire how unique her wide sole was. You already caught the sweaty and icky aspects, but it was the shape that was so beautiful. First, the heel was nice and round, but few people have ugly heels. Second, May's arch was moderate, striking a nice balance between being too flat and too big. Third, most important of all, her toes. They descended perfectly from the big toe to the pinkie, and that glossy black nail polish was the cherry on top.
Without further ado, you took a lick up the ball of May's foot. And because it led straight to the big toe, that was the first one you sucked on.
For the first couple of seconds, you only let the thing sit in your mouth. But eventually, the natural sucking instinct kicked in, and you closed your eyes.
Sucking May's big toe was like sucking a lollypop. No, screw that. It was ten times better than any candy. This bad boy flexed in your mouth, rubbing against your gums and teeth, in addition to wrestling your tongue. It was less of you sucking her toe and more the toe dominating your mouth. Yet, in either case, the outcome was you feeling like you'd ascended into the heavens.
On the other end of this foot, May was smirking and making kissing noises at you.
Instantly, your heart skipped a beat or two. The toe then exited, shining against the sunlight. The experience was so quick your brain couldn't process the taste of May's beautiful digit.
"You think you can suck any harder?" she asked, forming wrinkles as she scrunched back and forth.
You nodded like a Pokémon desperate for berries. You NEEDED those toes again.
"Then you gotta show me. Otherwise, I bet there's a million other trainers like you who could be sucking my feet."
Other trainers. Those words were the only motivation you needed to improve. All that fantasising of feet should've prepared you better.
With furrowed eyebrows and a tightened chest, you drove three of May's smallest toes in your mouth.
That tongue got to work swirling around the three digits, coating them in your slippery saliva. What a massive improvement this was. You weren't merely sucking the toes. You were WORSHIPPING them, giving this goddess— this girl, the pleasure she deserved.
Although some grime from between the toes leaked onto your tongue, this was by no means a bad thing. Her feet overall had a very salty flavour. And the fuzzy sock lint complemented the briny soles. After getting used to the texture, it turned out to be pretty delicious.
May laughed so intensely she was about to lose her grip on the rails.
"Good boy! Mmm! Are they delish?"
You mumbled, "Mmm-hmm," before bobbing your head up and down on her meaty big toe.
As fun as this toe-sucking was, it only made you crave more. Given this girl's apparently open mindset, was there anything she would turn down? So, you plopped her sweaty toe out of your mouth and asked…
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