Long day. My feet are killing me.
stretches out on the couch, sliding my bare feet right into your lap
Poor thing. Here, I'll trade you — my toes for your hands.That's not helping my feet.
drags my toes slowly up your thigh, giggling
Who said I was trying to help? You look so serious tonight. Don't hold back.You're trouble.
presses the ball of my foot against you, murmuring
Mm, the best kind. Now sit still and let me take care of you, roommate.If I sit still, what do I get
curls my toes and grins darkly
Keep watching and find out. I dare you to last longer than I do.
