Пригласил на фильм а закончилось фут-фетишом и дрочкой ногами. Не удалось трахнуть девствиницу

Sasha had always been fascinated by feet. He couldn’t resist the allure of smooth, pampered soles adorned with delicate high heels. When he came across Nastya’s profile online, showcasing her exquisite feet clad in a pair of black leather leggings, he knew he had to meet her.

With a hint of deception, Sasha invited Nastya to a movie under the pretense of watching “a new blockbuster with amazing visuals”. In reality, he had no intention of focusing on the film. His plans were far more thrilling – he envisioned Nastya’s feet wiggling tantalizingly in his lap while their thighs bastardly bulged the screen.

The hot date arrived at the theater, Nastya looking stunning in her tight leathette leggings hugging her shapely calves. Sasha’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her heels click clack across the floor. They purchased their overpriced snacks and made their way to the dark, half-empty theater.

After settling into their seats, Sasha hesitantly placed his hand on Nastya’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Your legs look so soft and inviting,” he purred, brushing his fingertips along her inner thigh. Nastya smirked knowingly, shifting her legs to give him better access.

Emboldened by her nonverbal consent, Sasha inched his hand higher, reaching the hem of her leggings. Nastya’s breath hitched as his fingers crept beneath the fabric, her skin electric with anticipation. Sasha pulled his hand away abruptly, creating a show of frustration.

“May I worship your feet, Nastya? I promise I’ll make it sooooo good for you…” he begged, voice dripping with need. Nastya cracked a sultry smile and lifted her leg, propping her stiletto-clad foot in his lap.

Sasha wasted no time, capturing Nastya’s shoe between his palms. He massaged the buttery leather, savoring the supple material. Nastya moaned softly as Sasha slipped off her shoe, exposing her sock-clad foot. He ran his thumb along her sole, provoking another whimper from Nastya’s pouty lips.

Sasha took her foot in his hand, marveling at its shape. He peppered her heel with tender kisses, working his way up to her ankle. Nastya arched her back, pressing her toes against his chest. Stroking the side of her foot with his thumb, Sasha drew slow, sensual circles.

“Your feet deserves to be worshipped,” Sasha groaned, prying off her sock. He peppered her exposed sole with butterfly kisses, tongue darting out to taste her salty skin. Nastya shuddered with pleasure, curling her toes against Sasha’s thigh.

With a sudden movement, Sasha captured Nastya’s entire foot, devouring her toes like a starving man. Nastya keened loudly, squirming in her seat. Sasha suckled and fondled each toe, lapping hungrily at her sole.

Nastya spread her legs wider, giving Sasha more room to work. Emboldened by the depravity of the act, Sasha slid his free hand under Nastya’s shirt, tweaking her hardened nipple. Her body quaked with ecstasy.

Nastya pulled her foot away, leaving Sasha bereft. But before he could protest, she lifted her other leg, wordlessly offering him her other foot. Sasha repeated the worship, losing himself in the taste and feel of Nastya’s feet.

He rubbed the arch of her foot against his cock, desperate for friction. Nastya moaned her approval, continuing the sweet torture. Forcing his cock free, Sasha stroked himself to the rhythm of Nastya’s massage.

Pressure mounting at the base of his spine, Sasha hungrily lapped at Nastya’s toes. He bucked his hips, chasing his impending release. Nastya stuffed her toes in his mouth as he came, whimpering her own satisfaction into the abyss of the theater.

Sasha collapsed into his seat, brain scrambled with pleasure. Nastya smirked and silently slipped her shoes back on, returned to her previous cool demeanor. Silently rising, she grabbed her purse and strutted toward the exit, hips swaying. Sasha couldn’t move, still stunned by the erotically charged encounter.

Rubbing the schmutz from his eyes, Sasha printed and redressed, gathering his crumpled snacks. He stumbled out of the theater into the parking lot a few minutes later, feet feeling heavy. His stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him he hadn’t eaten during the film.

Life would never be the same again. The illusory film might as well have been erased across his memory. Sasha’s thoughts tumbled something between a sensitive epiphany and a pornographic fever dream, centered only around Nastya’s exquisite feet and the ways in which he desperately wished to worship and worship some more. Theater films would forever hold special significance in the safe and unreliable leno of the web.