I Want To Rush To You
I Love The Idea And
You Look So Sexy Your
I Snap The Photo Then
My Cock Is Straining
You Look Beautiful
| The socks in my hands, your teasing foot at my crotch, this whole scenario seemingly surreal. "Well, let's go!" You suddenly announce, hopping up from the table with your shoes in your hands and padding across the patio.
It is a desire to touch, to taste your toes, to suck and nibble on them as you touch yourself, your sweet body undulating closer to sweet release. As you play with me and my senses with your foot, a coy look of joy grows in your eyes. Taking pleasure in my anguish, you take the situation a little further by rubbing your bare foot up my pant leg until it reaches my crotch where it touches my hands that still grasp your balled up socks, rubbing my fingers with your toes.
It is then that you raise the stakes of your little game. "I bet you'd just love to smell them, wouldn't you Thomas?" I hear you whisper across the table. "You probably want to smell them so bad that it's driving you nuts feeling the warmth of my sticky socks in your palms. "Go ahead...rub them...I wore them all morning...getting them nice and sweaty for you, because I know how much you like my sweaty feet..." I just nod in agreement, not knowing what to do as the restaurant is beginning to fill up and here I am with your socks pressed into my hands, my cock growing harder by the second, dripping with the excitement that you have caused.
To Be Honest Today I
In Fact Now That We
We Fell Silent After
As I Struggled To Think
Continuing Down I Halted
As I Turn To Do So Your
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