"It's nipple time!"
May's toes flew out your mouth, and the next thing you felt was a big thud on your groin. The girl landed right on your erect penis, pinning it down under her rump. And now, both her feet were resting on your chest.
One foot was dry, the other wet. Both made your heart skip a beat, be they grimy or clean.
Scooching forward a tad, May's toes clasped onto your exposed nipples. Of course, you'd never paid much attention to them. After all, what male does? But May appeared quite interested in your bare chest.
"Pinch!" Her toes squeezed your nipples immediately.
At first, you flinched. May's sweaty toes had you at their mercy, and your nipples stung. She went at it some more, scrunching and releasing her toes like she was crushing some berries. And although your breathing intensified, the girl didn't stop. Why?
"Best massage you'll ever get," she chuckled. "You like it when I…?"
SQUISH!
Again! Dang, she was relentless. Now even the balls of her foot joined in on her torment. With a strong power, they slid over your nipples like giant steamrollers. She then brought control back to her toes.
"It hurts…" you groaned.
"Pain can be pleasure, you know."
May let her big heels sit on your nipples while curling her toes. You didn't look her in the face but kept your focus on the bottoms of her feet. They were only a few inches from your lips, and you wanted to continue licking so badly.
"Told ya," May said. "I can hear those moans."
"What?"
You shut your mouth. You weren't moaning. That was impossible under all this stress on your chest.
Naughty May rubbed her hands and grinned as her toes squeezed your nipples some more. Though you tried to fight back, she was no weakling. Instead, the brown-haired trainer had your body stun-locked, for she alternated how her toes pinched you. Left, right, left, right.
"You're moaning again," she sang.
At last, you busted yourself. You were indeed moaning. Moaning because of two stinky feet playing with your weird chest parts. The logic made no sense, but May delivered some solid advice.
"Don't even question it. Just accept it." Clearly, she knew more about your own body than you did.
Tossing your head back, you didn't force yourself into silence. Moans came out your mouth like smoke out a chimney. Heck, on the other end, May let out a few moans of her own.
Her silky soles started to press each nipple like a gas pedal. A little pressure, then a lot, then a little…
"Thank you, mistress…" you moaned.
"No problem, footboy. I think we're gonna have loads of fun, don't you?"
What did you predict May would do after this nipple-squishing session?
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