You're pissed, something that rarely happens nowadays. The origin of your ire being the woman who is sitting on the other side of the sofa.
It's been a year and 7 months since the Mistress of Time, Ouro Kronii, graced your dreary existence with her presence.
Her arms are crossed, wearing her usual getup. She's pouting and looking away from you. Her cheeks puffed up in annoyance.
You're trying to ignore her too, this was the first time you were genuinely angry. You caught her using Twitch and it horrified you.
It's been roughly three days now, your mutual silent treatment. Kronii threatened you by withholding any sex, you didn't mind. Then she amped the ante by denying her usual lovey dovey mannerisms. You still would not budge.
Now she's sitting there, knees level with her chest, arms crossed.
"I said I'm sorry. I didn't know you considered POG a slur." Kronii was surprisingly quick to ask for forgiveness when you put your mind to it, it's almost as if she's become emotionally dependent on you.
You just stare at the T.V
You hear a sigh, that was the end of that.
You then feel something, you hazard a guess it was her foot. Kronii wore stirrup socked pantyhose, covering only the arches of her feet and so exposed her toes, the ball and the heel.
She's trying to wiggle them through.
You just grind your teeth in annoyance.
Sensing your lack of resistance, Kronii then moves her other foot, the two of them working in tandem. They're resting on top of your lap. >She uses her toes to dexterously lower your shorts, holding the fabric between her big and index toes.
Your eyes move downwards. Her toes were long, but proportionally aesthetic. The blue nail polish a beautiful sapphire color.
Kronii has her hands on the sofa seat, the usage of her lower legs a struggle without support.
She has successfully removed her cock out using the ball of her feet as leverage. The skin of her sole was as smooth as a baby, she never liked wearing heels and was sedentary enough that she rarely was on her feet. The feeling was nice enough that blood was starting to rush down your shaft.
You finally face her, she gives you an apologetic look, like a puppy that doesn't understand what it did wrong.
"Fine, I was being angry over something retarded anyway, I'm sorry" You groan out.
She starts giving a small clap, a stupid goofy smile on her face.
The sofa bounces a bit as Kronii's ass jumps up and down as she tries getting closer to you.
You move her arms, letting her do her work.
She forms a pseudo-orifice with her midfoot, raising and lowering her feet on your shaft.
It is a pleasurable experience, the way she perfectly grips your cock, the feeling of her toes caressing your head.
You feel the rush, hand holding onto the sofa in a vice. You explode, you've expelled three days worth of pent up white and milky semen. It covers her dainty and gorgeous feet.
You reach for the tissues on the table stand on the side, grabbing a handful of them as you start rubbing the cum off.
All the while you gently compress her soles, you can hear her groans at how you masterfully trigger the sensitive nerve endings found at the bottom of the feet.
After their clean again, you raise both her feet towards your mouth. You gently suck and suckle on all her toes, nibbling lightly while you continue massaging her soles.
Her face tightens in blissful release, biting her lower lip. Her right hand fondling her breasts, while her left was rubbing her pussy.
She was an autistic dork, but she was your autistic dork.

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Pub: 03 Sep 2021 00:29 UTC
Edit: 03 Sep 2021 08:54 UTC
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