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“Nivor?”

He was lying on the couch behind the door. He was in his underpants and barefoot, with a towel on his chest. His feet were beautiful, big and sturdy.

He was reading some political article on his microcomputer.

She gave him a glance, it took her a moment to focus and she was already with him.

“Do you mind?” she asked him while holding both ends of her bra. He took a few seconds to understand what she meant, then proceeded to help her fasten the hooks. “Thanks,” she said as she went to put on the upper part of her pajamas.

“What were you doing in there? It took you forever,” he said, raising his voice a bit. She sighed on the inside of her pajamas.

“You must have had to do a full medical check-up to spend half an hour in there,” he joked. Dalen smiled and Nivor kicked her softly and affectionately with his foot.

Dalen then turned around and looked at her boyfriend in the eyes before beginning to massage his feet. They were large and strong, with long and well-proportioned toes. Their size was approximately the size of her head. She then kneeled down in front of the backrest of the couch and moistened her lips with her tongue while his head was on the opposite side.

“Do what you’re thinking,” he whispered in a deep and sensual voice.

Dalen approached his foot and first laid her damp lips with a weak suction, then gave it a slow kiss. She moved her face only a few centimeters away and stuck out her tongue.

“Open your mouth,” he said authoritatively.

Nivor first directed his big toe towards Dalen’s mouth with delicacy and precision and pushed his foot deeper into Dalen’s mouth, sliding it back and forth slowly.

“Do you like when I put my feet in your mouth?” he asked.

Without taking her tongue away, Dalen nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Nivor stretched with a sigh as he pushed his foot even further into her mouth. She focused on his foot, licking it with her tongue and sucking it with her lips sensually.

“You’re so good with your tongue,” he said with a pleasant hum, pushing his foot even deeper into Dalen’s mouth. She responded with another slow kiss on his foot before sucking it again with her lips.

“And when I order you to do perverse things?” whispered Nivor in a hoarse voice. He had raised his arms and put his hands behind his head.

“Yes, I like it,” replied Dalen.

There was a long pause.

“Now the other one” he said 
, lifting his left foot, which was just as beautiful and strong as the right one. Dalen didn’t hesitate and took it into her mouth, following the same pattern as before. Her tongue played with his toes, her lips sucked on his foot, and Nivor groaned with pleasure.

Dalen knew Nivor had a foot fetish, and she was happy to indulge him in this intimate moment between them. It was a way of showing love and intimacy that only they shared.

As she continued to pleasure him with her mouth, Nivor reached down and started rubbing his own erection through his underpants. Dalen could feel herself getting aroused as she watched him, still working his foot with her mouth.

"Dalen...?" he said

"what?"

"You mind if i push my foot down below your mouth? If i choke you with it?"

Dalen was so submissed to him that she can't refuse "Do me anything you want"