Stocking Fetish Phone Sex The Dinner

Stocking Fetish Phone SexYou know what I am? I’m trouble. But, I’m the best kind of trouble, I’m a Stocking Fetish Phone Sex whore. That’s why even though we’re all eating dinner on this double date. You next to your wife and me next to my current boy toy I’m running my foot up your leg. Over the inside of your thigh. My toes teasing along your cloth covered cock. Feeling it throb against my Stocking Fetish Phone Sex covered digits. I can see the sweat glistening on your face. The unfocused yet worried look as you worked so much harder to keep focused and unsuspicious with those at the table. I run my toes along the head, feeling the moisture of your precum through my stockings. You falter in your sentence and I giggle unable to help it. You give me a startled look while your wife and my date look at me confused. I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. “Just remembered something funny.” I said to wave it off as I squeezed your cock with my toes, running them from the head to the base. I can feel your cock throbbing harder, the danger and sensation threatening to put you over. Your hand sneaks under the table, taking my foot in your fingers. Pulling my foot from your cock as you run your fingers over the insole of my foot. Teasing my toes and threatening to tickle me as we ate. The light touches made my sensitive Stocking Fetish Phone Sex covered foot jerk and wriggle in your hand. You kept it though, your fingers gripping tight enough it was almost painful. Then you took your thumb, rubbing and massaging along the instep of my foot. Working your way around to the arch, that on it’s own was almost orgasmic and it was my turn to force myself to pay attention to the others and not make any of those happy mewling noises I wish I could.

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