Salma moved her tan peep toe pump and dangled it from her foot until it hung right in front of my face. “Now I want you to kiss it!â?
I strained my neck forward to kiss her foot. When I got close she pulled it forward a little more, tauntingly keeping it just out of reach. The harder I tried, the quicker she moved it away, until I actually began to hear myself whimper a little bit.
“Awww…” Salma said tauntingly “What are you going to do if I wonâ??t let you kiss my little foot?”
Salma put her foot down and sat up on the end of the couch. “I tell you what…maybe if you BEG me to let you kiss my foot…”
I moved quickly. In an instant I was on my knees in front of her, head down, my eyes transfixed on her two beautiful feet perched side by side. I was willing to do whatever it took to get my lips on them. Her French pedicured toes looked like gems in her tan pantyhose and I could smell her foot scent, mixed with the leather from her pumps.
“P-p-p-lease don’t tell anyone…” I managed to say.
