Chapter 3: Rising Action
Brittany smirked as she slipped off her shoes, revealing her freshly-pedicured feet. Joseph's gaze immediately dropped to her toes, and he felt his heart begin to race. Brittany's feet were massive, the size of dinner plates, with thick, meaty soles that looked impossibly soft. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through him at the thought of worshipping every inch of her body.
"Start with my feet," Brittany commanded, her voice thick with desire.
"You're going to worship every inch of me."
I eagerly obliged, extending my tongue to lick the arch of her foot. The taste of sweat and pedicure polish was strong on my tongue, but I couldn't get enough. I massaged her toes with my lips, sucking on each one while Brittany let out low moans above me.
"Fuck, that feels good," she muttered, tangling her fingers in my hair and pulling me closer to her.
"Lick every inch of me, slave."
I dutifully obeyed, working my way up her calves and kneading the soft flesh with my tongue. She tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and I couldn't get enough of her. My hands roamed her body as I licked and sucked, feeling the curve of her hips and the swell of her stomach.
She was so fucking beautiful, and I was in awe of her. I moved higher, running my tongue along the inside of her thighs.
I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, and I shivered with anticipation.
"Ah, fuck," Brittany groaned, spreading her legs wider.
With a low growl, she reached down and grabbed my head, pulling me closer. She didn't need to tell me what she wanted; I could already smell her musky scent, feel the dampness on my lips.
I dived in, burying my face between her thighs. She tasted like heaven: sweet and musky, with just a hint of saltiness.