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My foot fetish Threesome starts like this. The two hottest babes on Earth sprawl on my king-size bed, legs stretched, and both pairs of feet fighting for space on my cock. They're stacked soles bottom to tops: left arch over my shaft, right toes rubbing my tip. Pedomaniac porn never looked so filthy. They don't waste time. Four soles, painted crimson, keep sliding up and down like they want to milk me dry. Every tug rolls my balls. Sweat makes it glisten and the weird sound of skin on skin echoes in the room. One chick fans her toes wide and traps the head between them; the other drums a slow heel grind on the shaft; together they act as a living foot-pussy. She laughs when a clear glob leaks out and licks it off her heel. I drag both soles across her lips, shiny silver on wet tongues, the height matching just right for double toe-breath. When they spit on my groin, the saliva glues their feet in place. Two movements: stroke and swivel. Juicy, rhythmic, porn-level porn. They sandwich my bollocks too, pinching each sticky one with their big toes, twisting like raw prisoners of addiction to sticky delight. Every pinch shoots another spark line up through my brainstem. Pre spits whenever flesh arrives and gone ten slips of mind before the set reaches high-heat - squealing climax time. I plaster both fronts of jagged soaked stockinged pink and pristine on napatta Spunk glosses trailers drying within next series session pumps too easily joined my legs applied skin, claw unfinished heaven where every snap posture does. One babe still sucks remaining ounces from my nose for lasting front five toes immersed glory containing future promising action inquiries drenched again downstairs.