On my knees

I’m already on my knees begging. Why? Simple. Want to feel that fat cock shove right into this tiny pussy and fill me past full. Get in. I need it deeper than polite. While you’re busy rutting me I want you running that cock along the arches of my feet, nice and slow, so the head skims the undersides and I can wiggle my toes like an itch. Hands in the mix—grab each foot, haul them up to your mouth, and lick the edges like they’re dessert. I still won’t stop pleading until you’re stuffed in all the way.