LoveHerFeet – Sexy Brunette Seduces Her Foot Hungry Neighbor

The sun dappled the quaint suburban street as Ángel, the insatiable foot worshipper, lounged on his front lawn, phone in hand. Today was the day things would change with the luscious brunette who had moved next door a few weeks ago. Her name was Bella and from the first moment he laid eyes on her pert little toes peeking out of her sandals, he knew he had to have them.

Bella caught his gaze as he watched her mow the lawn, her long mane of curls bouncing with each step. A sly smile played at her lips and she winked, making his cock twitch in his shorts. It was now or never.

Mustering up his courage, Ángel sauntered over, hands in pockets to hide his growing bulge. “Hey there Bella, I’m Ángel, your neighbor. Beautiful day, huh? Love the sandals.” His voice wavered only slightly as he tried to act casual.

“Well hello Ángel,” Bella purred, turning off the lawnmower. “I love your phrasing. Most men don’t appreciate fine footwear like I do. You must have exquisite taste.” She lifted one dainty foot, rotating her ankle. Ángel’s eyes zeroed in, fixated on her blushing sole, painted crimson to match her athletic top.

His mouth went dry. “I, uh… well, I adore feet, especially sexy ones like yours. I couldn’t help but notice how perfect they look. Mind if I… um, admire them a moment?” He looked up at her from beneath hooded eyes, hoping she wouldn’t think he was a creeper.

Bella’s lips curled in a sly grin as she placed her hands on her shapely hips. “Mmm, I think I know a man who loves to worship. Why don’t you get on your knees and show me how devoted you really are?” Her eyes shone with mischief and challenge.

Ángel sank to the soft grass without hesitation, eyes locked reverently on Bella’s perfect pedicure. He licked his lips in anticipation as she slowly extended one elegant leg, the sole of her sandal mere inches from his face. Inhaling deeply, he savored her intoxicating scent.

“Go on then,” Bella purred. “Worship me like I know you want to.” Her red lacquered toes flexed teasingly.

Unable to resist any longer, Ángel leaned in, opening his mouth to take in Bella’s dainty digits. He ran his tongue along her sandal strap, basking in the salty sweetness of her heel. She giggled and sighed as he laved each toe, polishing them with slow, sensual flicks.

“My turn,” Bella growled playfully, yanking her foot away. Ángel moaned in disappointment before gasping as she quickly kicked off her sandal and pressed her bare sole firmly against his face. The compact muscle and tender arch powered down on him as he submitted willingly, swirling his tongue in circles.

“That’s it, lick them clean. No part of my foot isn’t open game for your tongue.” Bella wiggled her toes, trailing them across his lips before powering down on his mouth again. “Mmm, you really are a total foot slave, aren’t you?”

“Yes, God yes,” Ángel groaned against her toes, mouth shifting in a sloppy kiss. “I’ll do anything to worship your perfect feet, Bella. Anything at all.”

“Well then, let’s put that tongue to the test in a real challenge,” Bella smirked wickedly, pulling her foot away as she shed her remaining sandal. Stepping closer, she ran her bare sole along the bulge in Ángel’s shorts, pressing down harder. “Pay attention, worshipper. You’re about to get the most intense footjob of your life.”

With a coy wink, Bella turned and bent at the waist, extending her smooth calf for him to admire her firm, toned muscles rippling as she flexed for his pleasure. “Start high,” Bella commanded, kicking off her red dress to let it flutter to the ground, baring her thong and stained bikini top. “Lick every inch of my legs. Anywhere and everywhere.”

Setting to work with gusto, Ángel began at Bella’s ankles, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the length of her calves, relishing the taste of her smooth skin. As he searched higher, he heard her gasp as he hit her inner thigh, tongue swirling around the tender patch. “Mmm, naughty boy,” Bella moaned, arching to give him better access. “Keep exploring me. Don’t miss an inch.”

He eagerly obeyed, alternating between licking and sucking as he crawled his way up her muscular thighs to the crevice of her ass, glistening with her proclaimed passion. Ángel let his tongue dance along the edges of her thong, nuzzling her slit beneath the fabric. Bella let out a shuddering moan.

“Now worship straight on the mound,” she gasped, hiking up her bikini top to reveal a perky, panting chest. “Lick my sweet honey pot before you taste my toes. I want you begging for foot fucking.”

Yes, ma’am! Ángel dove right in, cheeks bulging with her swollen pussy as he went to town, swirling and suckling until she was bucking against his nozzle. “Be careful, or I’ll flood your face,” Bella moaned deliciously, gyrating as he slurped harder. Just as she stiffened, ready to blow, she abruptly pulled out, grinning down at his puzzled, slick face.

“No cumming until I say so. I want my worshipper drooling for my toes,” Bella scolded, presenting her soles for Ángel to admire again. “Center your tongue between my arches, then resurrect my folds with your worshipping mouth, alternating until I’m satisfied. Hickies aren’t allowed, but other pleasures are encouraged.”

Trembling with anticipation, Ángel leaned in again to worship his goddess. With a soft sigh, he dove back into lapping at her dancer’s feet, tenderly massaging her supple arches and tasting her from heels to toes. He felt blessed to be in her service.

As Bella wiggled her toes, Ángel looked up in gratitude, knowing only one thing – Bella owned him completely, worshipped remotely by her divine feet and sugar-laced honey pot. And she was only just beginning to break him in properly…