He loves my feet the most.

University evening study sessions sometimes go on very late. After 10 p.m., the campus lights go out, making it very dark. From outside, no one can see my skirt or upper body; only a sliver of dormitory light shines obliquely, illuminating my calves and feet, making my toes appear even whiter.
The boy was excited and thrilled. I could almost feel kisses from my heels to the arches to my toes; I felt like I'd been waiting for this moment.
Seeing my consent, he simply squatted down on the side where my feet were, staring intently at them. It was the first time a boy had looked at my feet so closely. I could feel his warm breath on my soles. I couldn't tell if I felt shy, scared, or happy. Afraid of being seen, I said, "What are you looking at?" "Lily, your feet are so sexy. Your feet must be tired. Shall I massage them for you?" His voice was hoarse, and he was breathing heavily as he continued to stroke my feet.
I knew he was excited, so I deliberately said, "Really? I don't think so. Do you massage feet?" I excitedly stretched my back, straightened my body, and curled my toes back, pushing my feet towards his face.
"You know, the flesh on your feet drives men crazy."
Seeing him panting heavily as he looked at my feet, I teased him, "It's all because you guys love seeing girls in high heels. I wear sandals barefoot every day, and my heels are covered in scabs, and you still say they're pretty?" "What are scabs? Your heels are gorgeous." "
Scabs are dead skin, sometimes they're itchy, and I even have athlete's foot. Do you still like them?" I was testing him.
"I'm going crazy, they're so beautiful, let me kiss them!"
"I knew you wanted to massage my feet with your mouth, you little rascal!"
He said, and then he eagerly kissed the flesh on my arches and my heels with his hot lips.
My feet were receiving a rain of kisses and sucking from the man.
"You're bad! No...no...I didn't wash my feet, they're all sweaty and muddy, no..." But I liked it, and my feet involuntarily pushed forward against his mouth.
He finally boldly opened his mouth wide, took my heel into his mouth, moistened it with his tongue, and then actually used his teeth to gnaw on the skin on my foot! "You men are so perverted, you don't even spare the dead skin on a woman's feet, you even gnaw it off with your mouth?!" Actually, I was really excited at that moment, I don't know why, I didn't dodge or flinch, I held on to the edge of the stone, letting him suck and gnaw on my heel, even putting it into his mouth.
After a while, he gently bit my arch, and suddenly he buried his nose between my toes, opened his mouth wide and tried to take in the flesh of my entire arch, he swallowed hard, I was stimulated and gasped for breath, as if his mouth wasn't that big, my toes were wet.
He then affectionately licked the sweat on the soles of my feet.
Idiot! Is your mouth big enough? I chuckled and scolded him softly, I twisted the soles of my feet and giggled.
I said sweetly, "Oh, my feet are big. Look, I'm wearing size 38 shoes, and my heels are sticking out. Ah... do my feet fascinate you? Oh, it feels so good! You can have all my feet, you little rascal!" My feet were white with a hint of pink, and I knew how much he liked them. My
feet were very sensitive; I could feel his every move.
These kisses transmitted excitement throughout my body through my feet, and I felt a strange stimulation, I didn't know where it came from.
When he nibbled on my arches, I kept twisting my toes to play with them, because his nose was inside my toes.
At the same time, my arches pushed forward into his mouth.
He was really crazy; he simply knelt down, picked up my heels, and nibbled on the flesh of my arches, sucking hard, drying all the sweat from my feet. His mouth finally moved to my white jade toes—the most sensitive part of my feet.
He first took my big toe into his mouth, sucking on it with his soft tongue and lips. I could feel the warmth of his tongue and the trembling of his lips as he sucked. I felt my big toe being licked clean. He slowly pulled it out of his mouth, but when he got to the tip of my big toe, he held it tightly between his lips, unwilling to let go. I ecstatically wiggled my big toe against his lips. He seemed very excited and took my big toe into his mouth again, very deeply, thrusting it in and out quickly. My big toe could only feel his tongue and lips, so soft and smooth. He sucked on it while wiggling my toe, just like having sex. It felt so good. I couldn't help but lick my lips with my tongue, feeling as if he was kissing me.
"Ah...ah...so good, you're so gentle, keep sucking, ah...keep thrusting..." I moaned involuntarily.
His head moved up and down rapidly, making "tsk tsk" sounds, for more than ten minutes.
He whimpered happily, sucking hard, as if he wanted to devour my entire toe. The powerful suction made my skin press tightly against the inside of his mouth. His tongue, in this narrow, tight space, in the mysterious hollow beneath my toes, still managed to play a merrily game of hide-and-seek.
The feeling of my toes being sucked so hard was so fun; I could even hear him swallowing.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and tried to take all five of my toes into his mouth, starting with my big toe. After several unsuccessful attempts, I knew what he was trying to do. I gently squeezed my five toes together and tried to get them into his mouth, but it still didn't seem to work. He was sweating profusely with frustration, and finally managed to take the first three big toes into his mouth, gently sucking on them.
I enjoyed this passion and murmured, "I told you, my feet are big, not bound feet. Look how tired you are!" "I like your feet, bigger ones are sexier," he said, taking three toes deep into his mouth and diligently licking between my toes with his tongue.
"Ah...ah...it itches so much! You're so silly, I'm telling you my toes are full of dirt and sweat, and you still want to suck them up?! Oh dear, you're going to suck me dry, you idiot, don't eat them! I'll let you lick them, I'll lick them for you, but don't eat them!" He played with them excitedly, completely ignoring what I said, perhaps my words only aroused him more.
He started sucking my two little toes, then nibbling at the dead skin on my feet, like giving me a foot massage. It felt so good, so stimulating, I gave him both my feet.
But what I found a little scary was that I actually felt a little excited. Could I be addicted to this game? Men often get foot massages, I want to get foot massages too, but I want to use a boy's mouth, tongue, and teeth. Men like this, and I like this too.
So, after he finished one foot, he went to suck the other, and I cooperated, constantly twisting my toes and changing the shape of my feet.
He was incredibly excited, kneeling there and licking for over 40 minutes, like a little wolf, devouring every last drop of sweat, mud, and dead skin from my feet. It even seemed like he bit off a bit of my little toenail and ate it.
Suddenly, he buried his face deep between my feet, panting, and said, "Lily, I'm sorry, I came."
I knew it; the boy had masturbated from excitement.
I remember when he was frantically nibbling on one of my toes, he pressed my other foot against his groin.
I'd never done that before, but I always went along with it, and seeing his excitement made me happy too.
Finally, I got a little sleepy and said, "Let's go home. A girl isn't pretty if she doesn't get enough sleep!" He kissed my big toe again.
I picked up the high heels and said, "Xiao Jian, are the shoes pretty?"
"Such sexy shoes," he said, measuring the heel height and shoe length with his hand. "I'm going to buy you shoes tomorrow. Your heels are 12 centimeters, right?" "Haha, I didn't measure them. It's all your fault for getting me all excited. Next time, the foot massage will be an hour long, you hear me? But you're not allowed to masturbate, and you're not allowed to bite my toenails! Help me put on the shoes, you little man?" He tried to put my feet into the high heels, but it seemed a bit difficult.
I sat up, hooked the shoes on the ground with my toes, and said to him, "My feet are big, I have to step on the ground and push down to get them in!" But he kept holding my feet and the high heels firmly in his hands.
I looked up at him and smiled. I knew what he meant, so I deliberately put both shoes, along with his hands, on the ground, smiling at his face.
He blushed and said, "Now push hard, I'll help you." I hesitated for a moment, then held onto the stone edge and put his hands under my shoes, simultaneously squeezing my feet together into them. All four of us watched my delicate feet as my ten toes slowly emerged from between the two small straps. I even deliberately twisted my toes left and right to get them into place.
He was excited again.
Boys are so cute! He carried me to the dormitory entrance.
When I got to the dormitory, two girls hadn't returned yet.
That's when I realized that many boys really liked looking at girls' feet. Otherwise, why would girls always walk around barefoot in sandals in front of boys? I imagined that at this moment, many girls' delicate feet were being kissed by their boyfriends on campus. I started daydreaming. I felt so romantic, so warm, so much fun! From that day on, Xiao Jian often took me to secluded places for foot-and-tongue battles, even sucking my toes while watching movies in the theater. I always enjoyed free, passionate foot massages, and I think I became quite addicted.
After he licked my feet so intensely, one time I got really excited, and that time he actually took me.
I wasn't a virgin anymore.
I told him when he was about to penetrate me, but he still excitedly went in. I was just getting ready to have some fun when he ejaculated.
Thankfully, he held me tenderly for a long time afterward.
But I felt it wasn't as good as when he kissed my feet.
I've been spoiled. I know I've changed; I'm not as tender anymore, and I've started to enjoy sadomasochistic games.
Actually, several of my ex-boyfriends had also slept together for real, but they were all similar to Xiao Jian—quick and easy.
They said I was too perfect, making them nervous; their bodies seemed to tremble when he penetrated them. What a bunch of idiots!
It was pointless. Later, in my sophomore year, while dating a guy, I slept with a graduate student who called himself a "macho man." He was indeed vigorous; he penetrated me for over an hour before saying he was getting into it, and that he wanted to keep going until dawn, saying he was going to tear my uterus apart while he was doing it.
He even made me give him oral sex and wanted to penetrate my anus. I couldn't stand him. I could satisfy my sexual urges, but he wasn't gentle with me at all; he only cared about venting. Sex was just one part of my experience. Unlike the other guys, he didn't love me to death! It seems this "macho man" wasn't destined for such a woman! For a while in my junior year, I was also quite absurd. I
often slept with
my boyfriend, but as soon as I got a little aroused, he would finish. So I simply bought a dildo and, when I really wanted to, I would insert it into my vagina, wear tight underwear, and then a skirt, flirting with guys on campus and going on dates. I would look at the guys who loved and liked me, listen to their confessions, and experience sexual pleasure down there. At the time, I thought it was really fun.
Until one time, when my boyfriend and I were kissing, he heard some sounds from my genitals and felt a smooth liquid on my legs. I couldn't hide it anymore.
Fortunately, I soon met Xiao Jian. His crazy, obsessive love for me made me feel so comfortable and satisfied. He was willing to do anything to make me happy. Sometimes when I was in a bad mood, he would carry me to the woods, kneel on the ground, and let my two high heels step on his thighs. He would hold my thighs, and I would stand on his body and hit him, twisting my legs from side to side. But in less than a minute, my troubles would disappear, and I would happily kiss him. Then we would play all sorts of exciting games.
Sometimes, when I watched him suck on my toes, lick between my toes and even between my toenails, I would get so excited that I would wet myself. This kind of orgasm was even more comfortable and satisfying than that of a "stud".
The game I played with Xiao Jian next excited me immensely. I still vividly remember one day when Xiao Jian came to pick me up again. I had been dancing ballroom dance all afternoon and hadn't even had a chance to shower. He took me to the cafeteria for lunch, and then we strolled around campus. He enthusiastically carried me to the orchard, lifted me onto the stone steps, and I lazily kicked off my high heels. I lay on the stone steps and stretched, and he came up to me and kissed me tenderly, kissing my neck and ears. I felt his passion comfortably. While kissing me, he started to hold my foot with one hand. I said with a grin, "Ha, okay, you missed my feet, huh? Then let's kiss them! But they're muddy and smelly!" My feet were a little tired after dancing, so a massage was perfect. I didn't care if my feet were dirty or not; he just loved them anyway, and I felt very content.
He took my three big toes into his mouth and then tried to put the fourth toe in his mouth as well, slowly licking and sucking the fragrant sweat between my toes, making "tsk tsk" sounds.
"Your little mouth seems to have grown a bit, that's progress! My feet hurt a little from dancing, can you massage them for me?" I teased him.
He sucked on my toes while rubbing the flesh of my arch with his thumb, it felt so good.
I felt some dirt being rubbed off, but he quickly nibbled on my arch again, deliberately licking the dirt into his mouth, then sucking on my toes again.
I sat up happily, I couldn't resist watching his expression as he sucked on my toes. I gripped the edge of the stone with both hands, watching my white toes against his dark face and in his mouth, an indescribable feeling compelled me to look at my boyfriend, my toes pushing somewhat recklessly into his mouth.
He was of average appearance, dark and thin, but strong and passionate, lifting me was easy, it just felt good.
Watching my boyfriend kneeling under the stone platform, so tenderly and so eagerly licking my most sensitive feet with his most sensitive lips, I felt a kind of excitement.
I stared down at him, watching every detail and expression on his face as he sucked my toes, and said to him, "The contrast between your face and my delicate feet is too much, you silly boy! You think you can just eat such fair and tender feet like that? You're getting a good deal!" As I spoke, I started twisting my toes in his mouth again, and he gasped and panted from the stimulation.
I just love to play, I love novelty and excitement.
I inserted my toes into his mouth, four toes inside, and slowly and forcefully pulled my big toe back, squeezing it out of his lips with a "pop." Watching my white big toe glisten from being licked, contrasting with the black and white of his face, was indescribably stimulating.
I took the opportunity to shove my second, third, and fourth toes into his mouth a few times, then forced my big toe back in. Next, I squeezed my second toe out of his mouth with a "pop," and then shoved my big toe and third and fourth toes into his mouth a few times, my second toe pressing against his nose. Then I pushed my second toe back in and pushed my third toe out. I played excitedly, murmuring, "So much fun! Look how flexible my toes are!" He excitedly cooperated, this time abandoning his big toe and opening his mouth wide to take in the last four toes, his tongue laboriously exploring between each toe.
I pulled my fourth toe out and squeezed it back in, then pulled my little toe out again, placing it and my big toe on either side of his mouth, leaving the three toes in the middle. I really wanted to film this.
I exclaimed happily, "Look how sensitive my toes are! I can move any one of them individually. You've spoiled me so much, it's so exciting!" I pulled my wet foot out of his mouth and then inserted my left foot instead. Playing like this, I felt like my peripheral nerves were getting a workout.
This foot wasn't as flexible, and several times it was quite difficult. When I tried to squeeze out a certain toe, I either pulled out the others along with it or squeezed the wrong toe. I giggled and watched as my toes kept going in and out, practicing diligently over and over again, making him swallow hard. I said happily, "This foot isn't that sensitive. Let me practice properly, this will exercise my cerebellum!" Finally, after several attempts, I could complete the training of all five toes in half a minute.
He then excitedly started inserting and pulling my toes again.
Another half-hour foot-tongue battle ensued. I thought to myself: This is much better than a foot massage. Now I know why so many girls have such healthy and beautiful feet. Then I
had another mischievous idea.
"Alright, carry me to the garden water pipe to wash my feet," he said. My feet were itchy and hot from his sucking and nibbling. After washing, he dried my feet with a handkerchief.
I happily said to him, "I like climbing trees. I want to climb up and pick some fruit for you, okay?" "Sure, but be careful!"
he said, squatting down. I put my feet on his shoulders, and he lifted me up. I stood on tiptoe, but I still couldn't reach the branches. He said, "You can reach them by stepping on my head."
I said, "No, your hair is too slippery. Here, step on your... okay?" I looked down at his reaction shyly. He excitedly looked up at me, propping his head up with his hand.
I slowly placed my toes on his face, on his cheekbone, and lifted my heels high. I held onto the tree trunk, trying to push upwards with my toes.
Actually, I had already grabbed the branch and could have climbed up, but I thought the position was too cool, too exciting, so I deliberately tried to squeeze myself up, but couldn't. I played with my feet on his mouth and face.
I put my toes on his lips and raised my heels high.
His view was blocked by my white soles, and he was panting heavily. I vaguely heard him say, "It's so beautiful. Use your strength. Your soles are so sexy when you put pressure on them."
I looked down at him. His eyes were burning as he stared at my raised soles and even the arches of my feet. All my weight was on those 10 toes. I said, "Look how excited you are. Your face is so firm, and your neck is so strong! My feet feel so solid on it." When I stepped on his upper lip, he even licked between my toes with his tongue.
I laughed and said, "Ah...you're really capable!"
Sometimes he hugged the tree with both arms, sometimes he held my ankles with both hands, and lifted his face up, letting my toes crush on his face.
His mouth couldn't fit all ten of my toes, so I alternated between my two toes, using them as the only support.
Sometimes five toes were on his lips, and when I lifted my other foot, trying to find another spot on his face, I giggled and wouldn't put it down. My toes hovered about three centimeters above his eyes, deliberately teasing them. I wanted to put them on his forehead, his cheek, his nose, and his eye socket. I could feel his body trembling with extreme excitement, afraid of dropping me, desperately pushing my toes upwards with his mouth. I even pervertedly ground them downwards—so stimulating! I said tenderly, "Aren't my soles pretty? You really like them, don't you? Don't worry, my toes are all yours. I'll let you eat your fill later!" My hands were already gripping the support.
As I stepped on it, I felt something wet between my legs.
So exciting! I started to worry that he wouldn't be able to hold on, otherwise I wanted to play a little longer.
I climbed up the tree and picked some fruit. He looked up and caught my dangling feet. I stepped down barefoot onto another stone step. Wow, this step was covered in dust! I quickly jumped to the ground and walked towards him. He was smoking on the original step, probably tired, haha! I smiled at his face and peeled fruit for him. I couldn't stop laughing; I liked him.
As he ate, he hugged my waist and said, "You're so charming, I want to stay with you forever." I sat on the step, about to put on my high heels, when I looked down at my feet. Wow, my soles were so dirty, covered in mud.
"How can I wear high heels?"
I looked at him flirtatiously. He liked me so much that he suddenly picked me up, and his mouth quickly went to eat my toes.
"You want more? You little hungry wolf, my feet are dirty!"
Provoked, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I hooked my arms around his neck from the front. My feet were already pressed tightly against his chin, and my buttocks were against his already hard little rod.
He looked at my slightly dirty soles, then at me. I looked at him and my feet seductively, and he began to frantically lick and suck my soles. I accepted his baptism, and deliberately freed my hand to take a peeled fruit to eat, and then put another one to his mouth. Seeing that he couldn't free his mouth, he put the fruit between his toes. He ate the fruit and my toes whole, and I kept feeding him fruit, laughing and saying as I ate, "Is it still good to eat fruit like this? Can you tell the difference between the fruit and your toes? Don't eat my toes!" He was holding my waist so tightly, such a warm and exciting position! But I couldn't move my feet anymore, so they were pressed tightly against his face, and I could only rub my feet against his face.
My arms were starting to give way, and my toes were kicking and digging at his mouth for balance. He took the opportunity to hug my waist tighter.
He ate excitedly, and I said a little worriedly, "Silly boy, you can lick my feet, but don't eat all the mud!" He ate my feet clean again without a care, before putting me down.
I looked at his smeared face and laughed so hard I bent over.
I said, "You're so good to me, you silly girl!"
He then said I had a small cut on my foot and gently sucked on the wound with his mouth; I didn't even feel the pain.
I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. I was confident that he would do anything for me as long as I was happy.
I excitedly put on my high heels, hooked my hips around his waist, and looked at his face with a smile, saying, "Looking at your face, I thought I had bullied you!" We were so crazy. We were hungry again, so we went out for a late-night snack. I was 22 years old that year.
[The End]

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