JASON HAD AGREED—NO, BEGGED—TO SERVE MY FEET, AND I WASN’T ABOUT TO LET THE OPPORTUNITY GO TO WASTE. I STRETCHED OUT ON THE COUCH, AND GAVE THE STRICT COMMAND “DOWN, BOY, YOU WANTED THIS, DIDN’T YOU?” I DRAGGED MY LONG TOES SLOWLY ACROSS HIS LIPS, MAKING HIM SQUIRM BENEATH. “MMM, MY SOLES FEEL SO TIRED TODAY… AND SWEATY, GUESS SOMEONE HAS TO CLEAN THEM UP. GO ON, GET BETWEEN THE TOES—I WANT THEM SPOTLESS.” JASON OBEYED, HIS FACE FLUSHING AS HE WORKED HIS WAY ALONG MY WRINKLY SOLES, HIS TONGUE TRACING EVERY WRINKLE I'VE MAD HIM OBEY. I GIGGLED, CURLING MY TOES AROUND HIS TONGUE. “OH, LOOK AT YOU, YOU’RE DROOLING ALL OVER MY PRETTY TOES. I GUESS THAT MEANS YOU’RE DOING A GOOD JOB!” NOW ITS PERFECT TIME TO GAG AND WORSHIP ALL MY TOES. DON'T PANIC, I WILL HELP YOU TO MAKE YOUR MOUTH WIDE OPEN FOR MY FEET! I WILL STRETCH YOUR MOUTH! IN THE END I MIGHT JUST KEEP YOU LIKE THIS, YOU’RE WAY MORE FUN WHEN YOU’RE ON THE FLOOR. EMAIL US FOR CUSTOM TRIBUTE IF YOU LOVE THE VIDEO
