Her mouth consumed me dominatingly, and I wilted in it, my eyes rolling back and my tongue subserviently reciprocating. She took a fistful of my hair and tore my face away, leaving me mouthing pathetically for her kiss as she stared imperiously into my eyes. “Scream for me, footjob you slut.” She hissed. I did. Lucy pressed her tip to my puckered aperture, and buried herself to the hilt. I shrieked to the ceiling, my back drooping, my arms stretching above and behind me as I bent with my arch. My insides uncoiled for her advance, the fleshy resistances forced open with every inch, the walls pressed flat against the cavity, stretched to their limits. Horrible footfetish pain shot deep into my colon, and with it, incalculable pleasure. Lucy removed her hand from my pussy, and cupped my exalting mouth. Above her pressing palms, my eyes were wide and trembling, and they only widened as she eased herself back. Her cock was too girthy for me, and my pelvic floor stretched from my crack with her retreated, the flesh forming a debauched tent along her exiting pole. She made it to the crease of her cock, then she rammed into me again, and again, and again. I squealed muffled pain and pleasure, tasting myself on the palm that muted me. My pussy spurted with every thrust, the sticky lust running down my trembling legs, some of it navigating my crack to mercifully lubricate my violation. My mind began to go blank in the heat of it, aware only of the piercing invasion, the depth of her defilement, then the stretching of my exit. My rim expanded to a white circle of tortured nerves, delighting in ever bump and vein that passed through them. The sensations became too much. My tongue lolled stupidly from my mouth, licking the hand that suppressed my screams. My breasts jiggled with the force of her drives, slapping on my chest, forming a rhythm with the violent clapping of my glutes, whose fat rippled with foot fetish Lucy’s impacts. “Make me your slut! Make toe sucking me your pet!” I exalted senselessly, begging for her to break the last of me. She did. My shithole clenched with spasms, feet licking my pussy fluttered from within, a feeling of tension began to wind relentlessly in my depths. I have a gym in my home and use it on a regular basis. They all had a merry old time talking and feet licking playing at the table. Back to a time when I first felt your sweet embrace. How about that? Without Leah, he most certainly would have died. I shook my pussy-soaked cock at her lips. Alex quickly got on his stomach, between Jan's spread legs. She let out a small moan, and swiftly hopped down, freeing Brad's legs, Cassie reached and grasped his pants and slid them down, she stood up and pulled them the rest of the way off, in a swift movement, as Brad squirmed on the floor. “If I don't go, um, go soon—” As I exited the bathroom I saw that the kitchen light was on. “What a lovely dress”, she said as she stood slightly stooped with her face in our view, and with her foot fetish toe sucking eyes wandering all over Shelly. Her body was still shaking. “So, you can drive?” I asked as she unlocked her car, trying to make conversation. I was really pleased but Ethan thought that we could footfetish go one better. I heard her start to kind of fidget around, and I knew she was getting a little turned on and probably ready to take a dare. She was so much footjob tighter than her sister and it felt so goddamned good.