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Finally it is warm outside again and you can wear beautiful things again. I am a woman who likes to show what she has and I enjoy twisting men a little bit. Sometimes I just go shopping to enjoy the looks of the guys who look after me.
That day I sat on a small street cafe and leafed into an illustrated. When the waiter took my order towards my order, I noticed that he was constantly looking at my legs.
He was a shy guy and almost started to stutter when I started playing with my foot.
I was wearing elegant nylon stockings with seam and high -heeled sandals. It was very expensive FF Stockings that were on the Toes were not reinforced. I almost only wear the real ones in bed.
He looked at mine Feet And I knew I had found my victim. If I get a man to stutter, sometimes it really makes me really.
The poor guy now had to serve the other guests with a bump in the pants. I wanted to do it really insane, so I ordered something milk For my cafe.
I smiled at him and said: “They like them?““ Um, like who?”, asked he.
“Mine Socks!“” Oh yes, of course, they look great, I mean, so they are a pretty woman.“I really had to giggle. He was so cute and he would probably have loved to go through me on the spot.
As I got it into a small talk, I slowly pulled out a shoe. It wasn’t much going on in this cafe and that made me sure he wanted to enjoy that moment.
I had hit my legs on top of each other and could now have my San-Dalhel clacked off the bobbing foot. We talked and he stuttered.
I now put my toes to stroke my other calf. Be tail was now almost vertical in his wide waiter pants.
“Like my feet?”I was a Bitch, Because now he had almost glassy eyes with lust. I estimated that he was at most 20 and like a dreaming school boy, he said: “You, uh you have great feet in these bright nylons.“Now I got really sharp myself.
At first I just wanted to play, but now I wanted to feel his masculinity between my pretty feet. I decided quickly and said: “You may come to the ladies’ toilet with me? I could use a foot massage.”
“How, um I have to do here, oh god, what happens here?“, He whispered completely disturbed. “Well, yes, I mean, of course we do.“I slipped my shoe and sisted like a whore to the toilet. 2 minutes later he stood in front of me.
I pushed my mini so far that he could see the edge of my delicate nylons and the clips of my suspenders.
“Come on, sit down that toilet and finally make your pants up1, I breathed in his ear. It was a very clean toilet and so I could sit on the floor to put my feet on his lap. His pipe stood like one and screamed to be waxed.
“Take off my shoes, I want to rub you with my feet, yes?”” Oh God, yes, of course.“He almost had a pleading tone.
Mmmm, yes, that felt great. When guys like something like that, it makes me great fun, foot sex close to me.
Only with my toes I held his limb and slowly pushed his foreskin up and down.
“Oh, crap, I think I come,” he groaned, and I quickly clamped his thing between my soles of your feet and jerked it faster.
The wrinkles of my stockings really started to crackle when a high fontaine of his juice sprayed at that moment. I had to suck it empty quickly to have some of it. So I stopped and quickly knelt between his legs to put my mouth on his tail. He groaned loudly and he tasted great.
It was a lot of fun, but I took the time until the next visit to this cafe.
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