The Unwanted Fetishist's Tantalizing Trial
Cinamon's Fed Up Pt 2 POV
Cinamon's patience was thin, her feet ached from standing on them all morning, and she'd had enough of Milton's foot fetish. She stomped over to the couch, clad only in her flimsy robe, and plopped down. "Follow me," she ordered, gesturing for Milton to crawl towards her on all fours.
He obliged, his gaze fixed on her feet as he inched closer. She propped herself up on her elbows and pointed at the end of the couch. "You can kneel there," she said, indicating an area where he'd have the perfect angle to worship her wrinkled, massive soles.
Without further instruction, Milton knelt before her and buried his face in her scent glands, breathing deeply as he took in the musky aroma that was uniquely Cinamon's. He licked along the creases of her soles, tasting the sweat and dirt that had accumulated over time.
For a moment, she felt a twinge of pleasure at his devoted attention. But it quickly faded as she realized she couldn't keep this up for much longer. With a sigh, she rolled over onto her back, spreading her feet wide in invitation. "Do whatever you want," she muttered, closing her eyes.
Minutes passed, and Cinamon felt Milton's hot breath against her soles, his tongue darting in and out of her crevices. She tried to ignore him, focusing on the rhythm of her breathing instead. After what felt like an eternity, she heard him pull away.
Cinamon cracked open an eye to find Milton kneeling next to the couch, his face glistening with saliva. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for more. She shook her head and stood up, shooing him away. "That's enough for today," she said, reaching for her phone.
Without another word, Milton scurried out of the room, leaving Cinamon alone with her thoughts. She wondered how many more times she'd have to endure this before he finally gave up on his unwanted fetish. In the meantime, she'd just have to keep dealing with it.
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