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When I finished moving Brandon's things, I returned to the living room, where he was sitting on the couch with the TV remote in one hand, his cell in the other. He was idly flipping through the channels.
"Get over here and get my shoes and socks off, queerboy. I want my feet licked," he said.
I knelt and removed his Nikes and peeled off his white ankle socks, then started licking his feet. Brandon's feet were pungent and damp with sweat, and I recoiled from having to lick his sweaty feet again, but knew I'd pay a painful price if I didn't obey, so I began sucking his toes.
Above me, Brandon started making some phone calls while I cleaned his feet with my tongue. Little did I know how those calls would change my life.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 3 years agoHot! Loved the return to foot play in this installment. Looking forward to more :)
