The dawn of the night speaks volumes through the silence of the calm sky. The stars flicker in pride, happy to be apart of the mysterious cosmos of the universe. The street lights shine brightly as guidance for any soul who's lost their way. It is a calm and peaceful time as people are safely asleep, eager to resume their daily lives whenever they wake up.
Along the sidewalk, a small, stray grey kitten sprints its way along the path. It burrows its nose into a fallen piece of debris, hoping to consume any type of food it may possess. A quiet, disgusted "meow" is faintly heard as the kitten carries on its trek.
By its own nature, the kitten makes his way to a random house and walks along the pathway leading towards it. The house still has lights illuminating from the inside, only shaded by the covers of the window cloth.
Another feeble "meow" is attempted, and the kitten begins to sprint up the steps leading up to the house's front door. As the kitten raises its paws on the door itself, muffled sounds of grunts and moans can almost be deciphered.
The grey kitten makes a small scratching motion on the door, hoping to retrieve food of any kind. As it makes another "meow", a feminine moan is clearly heard through door's vibration. The startled kitten sprints away, venturing back into the night path. The moans of pleasure and pain get more intense...
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"Ooh! Yeah, that's it! Come on! Give it to me, tiger!" Delilah shouts with glee as Mac is currently going to town on her flat-covered arches.
Delilah holds onto the top of the couch with both arms and hands. Her hands are clinging as hard as they can on the material, and the couch itself scoots closer and closer to the wall due to Mac's ever-increasing thrusts.
"Tsk, tsk, come on, Mac... you've been wanting my feet all day, haven't you? Ever since this morning when we were with our lovely friends?" Delilah teases as she looks directly at Mac, who is biting his lip in ecstasy from the slippery confinements of his cock between her sweaty, soft, pink satin ballet flats.
Delilah continues on, "Ever since you saw me playing with my converse, right? Hehe, just fucking with your mind and making you get as hard as ever for my feet?"
Before Mac can even respond with another pump from his erect penis, Delilah suddenly shoves him away with her feet, releasing the grip his hands has on her ankles. Delilah smirks, and puts both of her now-freed feet on the floor. "God, you are SO hard right now... it's like an arrow waiting to attack me."
Delilah laughs again as her feet begin to wiggle in her worn out flats. She takes her left index finger and points down to get Mac's attention. "Look at my feet, Mac. Look at how sexy and smooth they are in these pantyhose. Don't you want to look at them and get even more turned on?"
Mac doesn't answer, as he is still engulfed in his own perverted fantasy of her feet. He does manage to look down, and the sight is enough to make his cock throb with more blood than ever before.
Delilah allows her feet to slide out of her smelly flats, and her pink polish toes thrive in the comfort of her sheer and damp nude pantyhose. The tone of her legs make the pantyhose stretch to their fullest extent, so not one sight of wrinkles is evident.
"Don't you like my feet, tiger?" Delilah sweetly asks Mac as her toes curl hard over the top back of both of her flats. As she gets a firm grip, she picks up both of the flats with her powerful toes. She continues "Don't you love how my feet always enjoy playing with these nasty flats? Hmm? Don't you, you nasty boy? Hehe."
Her legs raise completely horizontal as her toes still clamp onto the flats, making them swivel in the air. Delilah laughs as she hears Mac groan in pleasure. He is clearly enjoy the sight, but at the same time, is so turned on that he needs to poke something soon. And the objects of his desired penetration are just bouncing in front of him, daring him to stop their performance.
Delilah giggles again, and says "Don't you want to watch me play with my flats more? Don'tcha think that would REALLY set you off?"
Mac finally speaks "Holy fuck, I want them. I want them badly, Del."
"You do, don'tcha? You want my flats, Mac?"
"Yes. Ugh, yes I fucking want them."
"Tell me, tiger. Tell your girlfriend what you want."
"I want you to play with your flats."
"Hehe, say it, tiger. Tell me again."
"I want to SEE YOU play with your fucking FLATS."
"I don't think you can handle it. I think you might burst all over me right now."
