Everything about a woman's body is a work of art sculpted by God. Her feet are no different. The perfect foot to me has high arches, straight toes, wr...nkled soles, and smooth skin. I have always had fantasies about worshipping a lovely pair of feet and receiving a footjob from them. The main fantasy I wish to live out begins with my woman (or any woman for that fact) coming home after being on her feet for an extensive period of time. Her feet ache and may be sweaty from the shoes she was. An hour later, they rolled the hide back up, and came to their feet, each of them bracing themselves to lean a bit backward for a moment to relieve cramped muscles.After thoroughly washing their hands in lye soap, they got their coats, rifles, ammunition and hearing and eye protection before strapping on their snowshoes. The wolves were obviously anxious to go with them, but Morales and Jasmine took time to explain to them that they would be firing the rifles many times, and the sound would. “ I looked down and saw she was straddling my cock. She was moving her panties to the side. She had her hand between my cock and my stomach, and was using it to press my cock up against her naked clit. She felt incredibly slick. Holding it up against her pussy, she slid her body up and down its length. Her clit was pressed just lightly along my vein. Her face was somewhere between satisfaction and frustration. We were both caught in tremendous tension. She finally raised herself a little bit. .I looked at her once she could not much older than 18. It was just achallenging piece, fresh and no trace of d**g use. This could not resist me and I tried a cautious "what do you do" and she named an amount. Normally I do not do anything with whores, but it was so beautiful and I motioned to her quickly because of the risk of that place and we drove away immediately. En route to a quiet place, she asked where I was going and I replied that Zwolle was the destination.They told his student jobs.