#lick her
Come worship this feet you sissy clean them from top to bottom! Get between those toes lick the soles now you worthless fuck.
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My sister Cristina wants to tease you with her feet now. I think it’s making her horny and wet in her pussy. Should she make her own page? Tumblr seriously sucks now. Can’t post anything rated “R” anymore or they take it down. Who wants to suck her toes and smell her feet?
So, last night I had a dream…
And I feel like sharing it…In the form of a story… enjoy
It was an exciting morning, today was the day I’d meet the Queen.
After Pierre proposed to me, it was time I met his mother, the Queen of France.
We were hosting a party to celebrate this moment. As I arrived at the palace I was welcomed by my handsome fiancé, dressed in a very beautiful dark blue suit, ready to present me to his mother.
“Are you nervous?” – he asked, reading my thoughts, as always.
“A little bit… After all, it’s the Queen of France…”, he was still smiling at me, the wrinkles forming around his ocean colored eyes.
“Don’t be, she’s nicer than she seems to be.”
He accompanied me through the grand hallways filled with big portraits of important people. As we climbed the big stairway I glanced up for a moment, catching a glimpse of the amazingly painted ceiling, making my jaw drop. I was so engulfed into the beauty of the palace I didn’t even realize we’d arrived. We were now standing in front of a small door.
“This is the changing room, there are two of my sisters favorite servants. They have a few adequate dresses for you to try, this is, if you’d like to.”
My heart beat with excitement.
“Dresses? Yes please!”
“I’ll see you in the common room in a few minutes.”
Pretending to know where it was, I smiled and nodded, turning the door knob, peeking to see what awaited me inside.
“Bienvenue! Come in!”
I closed the door behind me, approaching the two ladies that where standing in front of me. “I’m Mary, and this is Jules. We’re here to help you find the perfect dress!”
“I’m so excited!”
“Let’s get started then!”, Jules said, with a strong French accent, as she made a gesture with her hand so I’d sit in a chair next to her. There was a big rack filled with the most colorful variety of dresses.
She started combing my hair, while Mary picked the dresses and put them next to me.
“I think blue is a nice color for your skin tone, but I’m also thinking a beige. What do you say?”
“Oh I love both…”
“Well, then let’s see what we can do.”
In about an hour we were finished, with trying dresses, and making adjustments here and there to the final dress.
As I got out of the room a man was waiting outside, dressed in a black suit, and white gloves.
“The prince asked me to help you get to the common room, may I?”, the man said in a soft voice, his arm positioned to I could grab it.
“Of course!”, I said as we started walking.
As we reached the common room, the man left, and I was too distracted with the beauty around me to notice that my fiancé was already there, jumping when he talked.
“Blue looks amazing on you.”
“Oh dear God you scared me!”
“Pardon mon amor, it wasn’t my intention!”, he said embracing me, and kissing my forehead.
“Bonjour!”, a voice said from the end of the room, making me jump again.
“Mother, you’re late!”
“Oh no my dear George, a Queen is never late. Everyone else is simply, early.”
She looked at me, “And you must be my daughter in law… to be!”
“I smiled back, “It appears so, yes!”
We got closer and sat around a small round table in the corner of the room, chatting, as waiters came with tea, scones and biscuits that tasted as deliciously as they smelled.
The Queen was indeed very nice, making tons of jokes in her strong French accent, and telling me amazing stories about Pierre of when he was little. We were having an amazing time.
“I’m going to have to excuse myself for a moment, where is the bathroom?”
“Oh, the tea has made its way down hasn’t it dear?”, she asked.
“Mother!”, complained Pierre. I laughed.
“It’s okay!”
“I’ll go with you.” — As he was about to get up, his mother interrupted him.
“Let her find it, it’s not that difficult. Plus, she needs to get used to the castle, right?”
Me and Pierre smiled at each other. She wanted me here.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Go on dear, take as long as you need.”, she said winking at me.
I assumed she wanted to talk to her son.
I went up the stairs to try and find the bathroom. I had never been here before, and this place looked like a maze.
Down the hallway I saw a door that seemed like it would be of a bathroom, so I slowly opened it.
As I walked in a girl around my age was sitting on the edge of a bed, half naked.
“I’m so sorry!” — I said, not knowing what to do.
She turned around to see me better. I couldn’t move.
“Na…Natalie?”
It was the girl I had a thing with, right before me and George started dating. I had met her on a royal party, the one where she introduced me to George, her cousin.
“What are you doing here?” she asked curious.
“I…I came to meet the Queen…”, I tried to say, unable to stop looking at her breasts.
“Hmm, I see… So what are you doing in my bedroom exactly?”
The bed was close to the door so she started touching my arm. I stood still not knowing what to do. Desire growing inside of me. It felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time.
“Did you miss me?”
She said as she moved closer to me, the door still open behind me. I started to breathe heavier as fear started to kick in.
“This is… this is wrong Natalie. I’m here with Pierre. I just wanted to go to the bathroom.”
“It’s okay, relax. A little fun never killed nobody. Plus no one has to know… And I know you miss me.”
“Natalie…”
I tried to do something but all I could do was swallow hard. And stand still.
She slowly started to undress the rest of her clothes, teasing me even harder. Knowing I wouldn’t take my eyes off of her. I was afraid someone would pass by and see us which made it all the more exciting.
A rush of adrenaline went through my body.
“Fuck it.” I whispered to myself as I closed the door behind me. Natalie bit her lip, “That’s my girl.”
She pulled me closer by the end of my dress, “Be careful, it’s not mine.”
“I know, It’s mine. Don’t worry, though, I won’t rip it, although I’d love to…”
My chest moved up and down fast along with my heartbeat. I felt so naughty. But they said I could take as long as I wanted to… And I guess she was right, a little fun never killed nobody.
She pulled the rest of my dress to the floor, leaving me in the lacy underwear Jules and Mary had given me. “Oh, look who’s all dressed up!”
“It was for Pierre…”
“Well, now it’s for me.”
She started kissing me all the way down from my neck to my thighs, getting close to me panty lines.
She pulled me on top of her on the bed, putting each of my legs on her side, making me sit on top of her.
Her lips felt so soft on mine, a feeling I missed. By now we were both breathing heavily. She took off my bra and started licking my nipples making me moan.
She saw the look on my face right after and said quietly, “It’s okay, no one can hear us. Have you seen how big this thing is?”
She grinned and so did I, right before we attacked each other’s mouths once again. In a fast move she turned us around making her stay on top this time.
“Let me refresh your mind on how good this feels.”, as she said this she moved down on the bed and started licking my pussy, making me grab tight onto the sheets and arching my back. It felt so good.
I was getting close and she knew it so she quickly moved again, this time putting herself on top of me, and started rubbing her clit on mine. It felt so good. The way we moved it was so perfect, so in synch. Scissoring had always been a favorite of hers. We were both moaning at this point, as well as soaking wet. I pulled her closer and started sucking on her nipples, I knew she loved it.
“I’m getting close.”, she moaned.
“So am I.”, I breathed.
We kept moving and a few moments after I felt an orgasm explode inside of me.
“We’re not done.” Before I could say anything she pushed me and I fell on the bed. She turned around, letting her pussy rest on my face. I smiled, and as soon as I started licking all of her juices, I felt her do the same to me. She was moaning which made vibrations on my clit almost seem like a vibrator. It felt so good I was close to coming once again. We were both sweating and the room was filled with the smell of pussy juices. She tasted so good. I had missed this so much.
“I’m so close.” I moaned and she started licking me faster, and then I felt her sliding her fingers inside of me, making me moan louder.
“I see you like it, just like the good old days.”
She knew me too well.
In just a moment I felt it coming again, stronger than before, and as I orgasmed I felt her come as well, shaking as she did.
She turned around slowly, laying on top of me, “Taste yourself.”, she said as she kissed me, letting her tongue explore mine, without asking for permission.
I felt so naughty, but so good at the same time. Knowing at any moment someone could come in. Knowing I’d get in trouble.
She was smiling at me, “Are you going to tell me it wasn’t worth it?!”
“It totally was.” I said smirking. “I need to go, though, they must be waiting.”
She got off of me, and helped me get on my dress once again without saying anything.
As I was about to leave the room, she spoke again; “The bathroom is the third door to your right. Oh and if you ever miss me, I’ll be right here.”
I bit my lip, without looking at her, and just opened the door and left.
After going to the bathroom I hurried to the common room where I found Pierre and the Queen laughing and talking.
“Finally! We thought you wouldn’t find your way back!”
I laughed, “Thankfully I did!”
As I sat down and joined the conversation there was only one thing on my mind: an afternoon I would never forget.
Just waiting on the hubby to get back from his run…any other sweaty boys (or girls ) wish they were coming to play too?
Wow… I just noticed this. This was the wife’s first post. Didn’t say a word about it.
-hubby
Reblog for Frisky Friday.
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“Hora do jantar, amor… E o prato hoje é a buceta preta da sua esposa recheada com a porra do amigo dela e melada com o tesão natural de dar pra ele e te chifrar” - Se você ficou morrendo de tesão com essa parte do conto, vai amar ver esse delicioso > VÍDEO < que retrata uma esposa negra alimentanfo o corno branco assim.
