655 Her Expressionfull Eyes, His Passionate Dream Becomes True

Title: The Foot-Kissing Cowgirl and Her Dream Come True

Angel the Dreamgirl was known far and wide for her intoxicating beauty and insatiable sex drive. Tall, with an athletic yet curvy figure, she had a porn star face complete with pouty lips, a button nose, and piercing blue eyes. Those eyes were enchanting – they held whispers of untold desires.

Her beauty was unrivaled, but Angel’s real claim to fame was her full lips and feet – they were works of art. Lips glossed in fire-engine red, feet adorned in thigh-high fishnets, topped with shiny, patent leather stilettos. The combination was pure, unadulterated voluptuousness.

Angel worked at a small, hole-in-the-wall bar, The Rusty Spur, as a waitress and occasional entertainer. She’d strut through the dimly lit space, her hips swaying provocatively, leaving lust-struck men in her wake. One patron in particular caught her eye – Jake.

Jake was a tall, ruggedly handsome cowboy with a chiseled jawline and a mop of unruly brown hair. He had a slow Southern drawl and a piercing gaze that made Angel weak in the knees. The two quickly became regular flirting partners, with Jake always requesting Angel to serve him, despite the other half-dressed, barely legal beauties vying for his attention.

One slow night, with only a handful of customers, the chemistry between them was palpable. “Angel, darlin’,” Jake drawled, patting his lap, “why don’t ya come on over here and sit a spell?” His voice was thick with desire. Without hesitation, Angel sauntered over and perched herself on his knee, running a fingertip along his jawline. “Why Jake,” she purred, “I thought you’d never ask.”

As if on cue, a slow, seductive song began to play from the jukebox. Angel started to sway her hips, humming along to the tune. Jake’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. “Dance for me, baby,” he growled in her ear. Angel obeyed, standing up and twirling around, her ample rear barely inches from his face.

She started slow, running her hands along her curves, trailing up her sides to cup her breasts. Then she began gyrating her hips, her moves becoming more and more lewd and provocative. Jake’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes glued to her every movement. Angel could practically feel his gaze on her, hot and hungry.

Suddenly, she had an idea. Walking over to a nearby chair, she removed a stiletto from her foot and dangled it enticingly in from of Jake. “Foot worship is my favorite fetish,” she purred. “You like to worship feet, cowboy?” Jake nodded eagerly, his tongue lolling out in anticipation. Angel smirked before dangling her stocking-clad foot towards his mouth. Jake leaned forward and started to plant kisses along the instep of her foot, working his way up to her toes.

Angel moaned aloud, the sensation of his lips on her skin sending an erotic thrill down her spine. Slowly, sensually, she extended her other leg, offering Jake her other shoe. He took it with enthusiasm, running his tongue up and down her arch before nipping playfully at her toes. Angel threw her head back, lost in a sea of lust and pleasure.

But Jake wanted more. In one swift motion, he grabbed her and spun her around, pushing her up against the wall. Angel gasped as his lips found her neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. She could feel his hardness pressing against her rear through the thin fabric of his jeans. “You want me, baby?” he growled into her ear. “I know you fuckin’ want me. You can’t wait to feel my cock inside you.”

Angel whimpered, her body on fire with desire. “Please,” she begged, “I need you. I need you so bad.” Without warning, Jake fumbled with his belt, freeing his rock hard member. He pulled down Angel’s panties and hiked up her skirt in one swift motion before thrusting himself inside her dripping wet folds.

Angel cried out in pleasure as he filled her, his thick girth stretching her out deliciously. Jake wasted no time, thrusting into her hard and fast, grunting and moaning as he did so. Angel pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. The wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the bar, the music and the muffled laughter of the other patrons adding to their debauchery.

Just as Angel felt her climax building, Jake pulled out, leaving her empty and wanting. With a push, he forced her down onto her knees and presented his member to her face. “Now worship me,” he commanded. Obediently, Angel leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, working him with her tongue.

She licked and suckled at his length, taking him deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Jake fisted a hand in her hair, holding her still as he thrust into her mouth. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, “that’s it, baby. Take it all.”

Angel’s eyes watered as he hit the back of her throat, tears smudging her carefully applied makeup. She could feel his member pulsing, ready to explode. With one last thrust, Jake pulled out and sprayed his hot, sticky seed all over her face, marking her as his.

Exhausted and satisfied, Angel collapsed on the floor, a wide grin on her face. Jake simply chuckled and zipped up his jeans before sauntering towards the bar. “Same time next week, cowgirl?” He threw over his shoulder with a wink.

And so their weekly rendezvous began, each time more scandalous and debauched than the last. Angel’s dream had come true – she had a man who worshipped her body and fulfilled her every fetish. As long as she worked the Rusty Spur, Angel knew a good time was always on the horizon. Her expression was one of pure, unadulterated bliss.