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Toe-tingling CEI Adventures

In the privacy of our bedroom, I loved exploring new levels of intimacy with my boyfriend. One night, as we lay together, I began to jerk him off. When he came, an idea struck me. I scooped up his cum and brought it to my mouth, then leaned in and transferred it to his. He licked it off my hands, and the look of excitement in his eyes was thrilling. It turned me on to see how much he loved it.

This quickly became our nightly routine. Each evening, I would bring him to climax, and then we’d share the experience of him licking my hands clean. It was thrilling and intimate, something that brought us closer together.

After a month, he suggested trying something new. One night, he asked if he could cum on my feet. I agreed with a playful smile. Watching him get so excited as he released onto my feet was exhilarating. Then, he knelt down and licked it off, savoring every moment. The sensation was unique and incredibly erotic.

From then on, we experimented with other parts of my body. He came on my boobs, and I watched with anticipation as he licked it off, his eyes filled with desire. Each night became a new adventure, a game where he would cum on different parts of me, and then lick it off. It was our special way of connecting, and I loved every second of it.

One evening, feeling particularly playful, I decided to take our foot fetish exploration to a new level. As we undressed and got into bed, I could see the anticipation in his eyes. I guided him to sit on the edge of the bed while I positioned myself at his feet. Slowly, I began to massage his thighs, my hands working their way down to his calves, and then to his feet. He watched me intently, his breath quickening with every touch.

“Do you like this?” I asked, my voice low and teasing as I ran my fingers lightly over his toes. He nodded, his eyes dark with desire. I smirked, enjoying the power I had over him. Leaning down, I kissed each toe, one by one, my tongue flicking out to taste his skin. He groaned, his cock already hard and throbbing.

“You’re so sensitive,” I murmured, my breath warm against his foot. I continued to kiss and lick, my hands gently stroking his ankles. He shivered under my touch, his arousal growing with each passing moment. When I felt he was ready, I sat back, pulling my feet into his view.

“Do you want to cum on my feet?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. He nodded eagerly, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to touch me. I pulled my feet away playfully, shaking my head. “Not yet,” I said, my voice a soft purr. “You have to wait.”

I took my time, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements. I ran my fingers along his inner thighs, brushing lightly against his cock without fully touching it. He groaned in frustration, his hips lifting off the bed in an attempt to get closer to my touch. I smiled, knowing I had him right where I wanted him.

When I finally allowed him to touch me, he did so with a fervor that took my breath away. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself with quick, desperate movements. I watched, fascinated, as he brought himself to the edge. When he was close, I positioned my feet in front of him, my toes wiggling invitingly.

“Now,” I whispered. “Cum for me.”

He let out a low, guttural moan as he released onto my feet. The hot, sticky fluid coated my skin, and I watched as he knelt down, his tongue darting out to lick it off. The sensation was electrifying, his tongue warm and wet against my toes. I could feel his breath, hot and ragged, as he cleaned every drop from my feet.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his eyes closed in ecstasy. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to lick and suck, his tongue exploring every crevice.

When he finally looked up at me, his eyes were glazed with satisfaction. I pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, tasting the remnants of his cum on his lips. It was an intimate, erotic connection that left us both breathless and yearning for more.

From that night on, our foot fetish became a regular part of our routine. Each evening, we would find new ways to explore and indulge in our desires, pushing the boundaries of our intimacy. It was our special game, a way to connect on a deeper level and share our most primal fantasies. And every night, as he licked my feet clean, I knew we had found something truly unique and beautiful in each other.

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Goddess Lana

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Hi, my name is Goddess Lana. I run Camp Sissyboi, where I am a sissy trainer and influencer. I’m all over the internet, and this is my blog! Here, I’ll share stories, news, and fun toys. It’s a great place to stay up to date on what’s happening around Camp Sissyboi.
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