...really don’t want to read, you can give me a foot massage instead while I read. I know you owe me at least one after giving you a few.” Carly giving an alternative.
“Fair enough. It beats reading.” Sam not arguing the point.
Sam moves herself closer to Carly and sits in a criss-cross applesauce position. She grabs Carly’s right foot, propping it up and begins to go to work. Pressing hard with her thumbs to the back arch, Carly begins slowly showing relief in her expression. Sam continues rubbing her hands over Carly’s white pink-star socks. Squeezing with the softest finesse, she soon puts Carly to sleep once after switching feet. Realizing Carly was now dreaming in neverland, Sam decides to take advantage of the situation.
She lifts Carly’s foot higher and plants her sole right onto her own face and takes a deep breath.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” Sam whispers to herself.
The smell propelled Sam’s actions. Taking many more sniffs of Carly’s socks. Throwing her into almost a pleasurable shudder after the fifth inhalation. Sam risks more, biting the end of the sock where the toes would be. And begins to slowly pull on Carly’s sock until it was fully off. Influencing Sam to suck on her toes, wiggling her tongue between them.
During the this time, Carly silently awakes and is surprised to see Sam’s actions. But yet doesn’t stop her. If anything, Carly really began to like it as it...