I kept going, sticking my fingers in even deeper and playing with her clitoris every way I knew. I told her we could just talk and drink some wine. She had no nail polish on, and her toenails weren’t freshly cut. She complained about her feet hurting after spending multiple hours dancing around wearing heels. She couldn’t resist. She looked at me, seemingly still very horny, and I slowly penetrated her. We were fucking in the missionary position, so right in the middle of the act, I grabbed both her feet and licked them as we were fucking. She was screaming with pleasure even as the quivering calmed down and she pushed my head away – she couldn’t take it anymore. She laughed and asked, really confused: “What are you doing?”
“You have pretty feet.” I said, while staring at her small, chubby toes. She responded by covering her breasts with her hands, so I started kissing her neck, chest, and ultimately fingers, hoping she would let go. She had a beautiful mound and a small clitoris and
