After a warm bath, she decided to take a breath of tranquil air. To sit in front of the buzzing television and drink a coffee.
It was five minutes into the show when he appeared before her, naked, astounding her. His face was similar to the red on her nails, his skin glistening in the warm light, alarming her into full attention. Her eyes thrilled and her body was excited.
His nervous eyes met her bold eyes for a second and quickly looked away, bashful by his own actions as he sat before her on his knees, quietness, his language.
“What are you doing?” She questioned with poise, her astonishment gone by the usual occurrence of such actions performed by him, her eyebrows squinting, her fingers taking a pause in her wet hair.
“I want to help you relax.” He stuttered, his tone mild as his actions, yet powerful as his sense of service. “May I?” He added, and directed his puppy eyes at her, prompting her lips to curl up.
She said nothing for approval and gently lifted her foot an inch, directing him to quickly and carefully grasp it in his hands.
The softness of her skin quickly thrilled his body into sparkles, his length twitching secretly from her eyes, even after being widely exposed in front of her.
The silence then became louder, as his lips met the bridge of her foot, ecstasy slithering down to his nerves while she felt the warmth drive down to her senses.
She sucked the air strongly, falling back onto the couch, as she watched his lip slither up to her ankle.
His devotion led his eyes to close, his hands to firmly grasp her sole as if he wasn’t ready to let go of her anytime soon.
He looked adorable as he pleased her, yet so slutty, sitting with no clothes in such a position. A picture she’d never get tired of.
His lips moved from her ankle to the sole, his hands slowly leading her foot on his face. She took the hint and pressed her foot harder onto his face, delight coursing through her veins like the fastest drug.
He had begun whimpering at her foot, his tongue licking her sole to show how badly he wanted to please her. But it wasn’t enough. Not enough for her.
His plan was to soothe her, and he had, but he had also riled her up. She was burning with thirst. With the thirst to watch her good boy turn into a little slut for her. So, she pressed her other foot to his crotch and began rubbing it at a gentle pace.
His hand reached quicker than ever to her foot and pressed it harder against his crotch, moving simultaneously to please his grown bulge.
The heat arose, as well as the friction against his face and his crotch. He opened his eyes and gazed at her with a look of need, opening his mouth to welcome her toes on his tongue.
“Is this how you wanted to help me?” She questioned, her eyes dark as the night outside, her tone deeper, like her grasp into his soul.
“I’m sorry, mommy! I just can’t help it.” His tone sounded like a plead for more, his tongue swirling around her toe. His tongue had soaked her toenails, his words elevating her to a tremendous level.
“Please use me! I just want to be your good toy, mommy! Use me however you want.” Pleading further with cracks, he added salt to his tone, exciting her even more. To the level where she pushed her toe inside his mouth, thrusting as if she was plunging a dick into another one of his holes.