Our Fantasy Chest - Tales Of Fetish Fantasy: The Girl in the Library (A 10th Anniversary Celebration!)
I was just trying to get some work done...sitting alone at a library desk off in a secluded section, shoes half off, arches popping, my soft wrinkled soles on full display under the chair like i didn’t know anyone could see them. slow little shoe play. toes flexing. nothing loud. just quietly devastating if you happen to look down.he must have looked down.i felt him staring and being awkward long before he was on his hands and knees like a good boy licking the sweet sweat from my perfect wrinkles... as he hovered around with no real reason to be there other than the eye fuck he was giving my "candid" soles.when he finally worked up the nerve and asked if he could get on the floor under my chair and worship them for me while i worked. i let him. there honestly, there wasn’t another soul to be seen in that section of the library, so why not? these arches were made to be loved on after all!some girls go to the library for the silence.i go for the foot boys.xoxo-gwen
