"Can you rub my feet?" Kate asked Randy as she put her book down. She was sitting on the opposite end of the couch, her legs up alongside him. She wiggled her toes next to his side.
"Actually...?" Randy asked, surprised by her forwardness yet already feeling himself get rock hard at the question.
"Yes," She moved them up into his lap and wiggled her toes again at him, her heels pressed slightly against his bulge. "You said you would if you got the chance, this is it," she said in a matter-of-fact sort of way, her tone suggesting he had no choice even if he didn't want to.
Randy put his book down on the coffee table next to the couch and began rubbing her feet, taking in every inch of them. He felt up the sole of her feet and rubbed deep into them, feeling himself start to get hard at just how soft her feet were. Their size was smaller than average, making them cuter than any feet he's seen before, and his fingers went in between her toes. He glanced up at her while he continued the message, only to notice she wasn't even paying attention to him, her face back into her book as if he didn't even exist. Her lack of care for him only strengthened the erection that was beginning to rage so eagerly. He wanted so badly to lean down and suck in her toes, to lick them and serve her like a Queen.
"You like this a lot, don't you?" She asked him, not even looking away from her book.
"Yes..." Randy replied, his breath clearly heavier than normal as his nerves shot through the roof.
"I can tell," she laughed and nudged his small hard bulge, "I bet this is the closest you've ever been to a woman."