lick toes for my daddy! Kira Loster

Bite Your Tongue, Daddy! – A Kira Loster Toe-Sucking Odyssey
By Silas Coze

Alone in her private den of debauchery, Kira Loster languidly reclined upon the plush, vinyl-covered lounger. She stretched her lithe, golden limbs, savoring the slide of satin against her smooth, warm skin. Beads of sweat glistened along her brow, blonde tendrils clinging stickily to flushed cheeks. Kira could feel the weight of her own arousal, a steady pulse that seemed to emanate from her very core, vibrating through every nerve ending.

It had been hours – no, days – since she had last indulged her insatiable craving, and the pressure to relieve herself was rapidly building to a fever pitch. She licked her lips, letting them glide together as she whispered huskily beneath her breath: “Daddy’s little girl needs her toes sucked…”

Rising from the prone position with feline grace, Kira made her way over to the tall, ornate dresser that dominated the room. She grasped the immaculately carved handles and threw open the doors with a dramatic flourish, revealing a bounty of unimaginable delights within.

Meticulously folded and stacked, the structure formed a feast for the eyes: lingerie of the finest silks and lace, plush robes and feather-light negligees, thermals and teddies and teddy bear jammies, the whole gamut of scant and scandalous clothing sorted by color, style, and season.

But Kira knew what she was searching for. Delving into the heaped pile, she pulled free two vinyl-footed booties in a hot pink hue. They fit like a dream, accentuating the pert swell of her toes and complementing her shimmering, rose-gold polished nails to perfection.

Ambling back to her former position, Kira indulged in a long, languorous stretch – bending and arching her back to.fl our “@/ recapture the feel of this Sk DWW ATnY-? oYHut stance, then returning to the sprawl position while unnecessarily cracking her joints for added effect. Satisfied, she wiggled her toes until they peeked out from the confines of the vinyl.

She felt a rush of moisture as her eyes slid down her body, undressing herself with her gaze/ Once again, she marveled at the lengths she had gone doe create the illusion of an “it won’t be me” persona, wearing the arched-back masks with all the care and attention deserving to a true diva, while concealing her identity, at least for the moment, as the sultry-of-screen siren.

Leaning forward, Kira wrapped her slender fingers around her plush ankle an brought her foot to her mouth. Unable to resist, she ran her tongue over the toe she had just sucked, savoring its salty-sweet flavor. Lost in her own little world, Kira sucked every adorable toe before she remembered the camera. Breaking the spell, she leaned back in her chair and spread her legs so that her hidden heels showed at the edge of the monitor. She looked longing at the camera and said, “I want Daddy’s tongue on my toes. Please write me!” After signing her name, Kira stood up from her chair and walked over to my desk, pushing aside my keyboard. She leaned into me, her face close to mine, and whispered, “I’m going to write what I’d like,” before licking her glossy lips coyly.

Kira’s wet lashes fluttered dramatically as she licked her supple lips, head tossed back in abandon. She was fully enraptured now, treading the fine line between succulent reverie and wanton debasement.

“Mmmm… Daddy’s tongue feels so good on my toes,” she purred shamelessly to the imaginary audience of leering men. “I love how it swirls around each one, teasing me, tasting me. I can feel his hot breath, his eager mouth, hungry for my feet. He worships them so reverently, so passionately… I know he would do anything to protect me, to please me, to lay at the altar of my altar.”

Suddenly, Kira sat up with a start, eyes flying open in mock alarm. “Oh Daddy, you didn’t cum in your shorts again, did you?” She took her fingers and ran them over her toes before trailing them up her leg, getting them all wet and glistening with her juices.

“Somy beloved geese are all atrested OO my favourite things are hee hee. I’ve had a very busy day. I’m glad I was asked to write this. Here we go…” She set the monitor to record, raised her phone and launched herself into a flurry of loud, wet sucks and licks. As the barker of her window is the one that collects admission fee from window only complains about her practicing there instead of spending time to get in she stood up again with some dissatisfaction written all over her face. She did her best to express dissatisfaction and disappointment, and said, “See? This is why I don’t want windows to collect admission fees anymore…” While Kira expressed herself, a huge invoice letter arrived from the company she loaned. As she was signing the Kaswa letter, she received a call from a man. She began crying on the spot, causing the man to cut the call.

Whenever I’m sad, I think about how Lord Ganesha is the one who removes obstacles after eating all lentils. And then I remember my toes. And the sad feelings recede. Kira sighed contentedly, blushing at the thought of her toes being worshipped and coddled by her daddy’s loving tongue. She arched her back, reaching up to play with her erect nipples through the flimsy fabric of her top.

Kira crossed her legs, glistening thighs rubbing together as the pressure between her legs mounted. Darting a nervous glance around the room, she bent her received

Biting her lip in an irritating fashion, Kira giggled girlishly. “And here I thought Daddy’s tongue could reach all of my naughty places…” She wriggled her hips and gasped as pleasure sparked deep inside. “Ooh, but that’s where he left me… aching for more!”