Women are insanely sensitive when it comes to their feet.
Key point.
It all depends on the pedicure.
If she’s fresh from a pedicure — perfect.
She won’t start overthinking how she looks.
She’ll relax.
You can gently knead her heels — that noticeably relaxes her.
Don’t rush.
Slowly.
With your warm hands.
Applying just a little pressure.
She’ll start to moan.
Then up along the calves, working them carefully.
Gradually moving toward the thighs.
Key point.
There’s something we don’t touch.
But we keep an eye on the underwear.
She’ll already be getting in the mood.
But we stubbornly act like, “Woman, I didn’t come here to fuck.”
So we keep going.
We deliberately avoid strategic areas.
Guuuys.
I said avoid.
And don’t adjust your dick.
She’ll notice.
But don’t go cold-faced either.
Let her feel that something’s waking up.
Not intentionally.
Like.
Like.
Accidentally.
You move her leg to take the other one, and her foot just accidentally brushes the favorite toy.
We sit there with the face of Michelangelo’s David, deeply contemplating something profound.
We are not imagining all the positions we’ll fuck her in.
No.
We’re thinking about serious things.
About the Creator.
About the stars.
Is it true that an octopus from the Pacific could eat one from the Indian Ocean?
And if they fought, who would win?
Or are they the same tribe?
Who the hell knows.
Meanwhile she’s already twisting all over the place.
That’s a sign, guys.
Even if it feels amazing — people don’t arch like that unless they’re testing you.
Like, is he attentive? Is he watching me?
So.
Let me clear the tension right away.
If a Pacific octopus attacked a southern one, it would devour it instantly — they’re both cannibals.
And the Indian one is smaller.
Yeah, guys, it’d be a bloody fight.
But entertaining.
Alright, back to the woman.
Her legs will start reaching for the favorite toy on their own.
Perfect.
We’ve been ready for a while.
Guys, this is my level of English — and somehow some kind of shit always happens.
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Hold it, don’t rush.
Heeey.
Damn it. Hold it!
Like children, honestly.
Do you have even a little self-control?
Alright.
We’re going back down to the feet.
Gently kiss them.
Breathe into them.
The warmth and moisture of your lips will drive her insane.
She’ll completely lose it.
We keep pleasing her — but not for long.
She’s already wildly turned on.
The key here is not to drag it out.
Gradually we cover her calves and thighs with kisses.
And just a little —
Just a tiny bit above the kneecap.
Very carefully, we give her a small bite.
There it is.
First one done.
Fireworks.
Fanfare.
The woman climaxed and he hadn’t even entered her.
Everyone was lining up for the alpha’s autograph.
Chinese tourists were lining up to take pictures with him.
Thai girls were praying he’d fuck them too.
Yeah, yeah, girls — your turn will come.
Relax.
We’ll put you on the list.
Oh great, now there’s a catfight.
All over the alpha.
What is this.
Girls, don’t fight.
He’ll finish here and come over.
We’ll count later.
I’ll write it down in a little notebook —
How many times she came.
What?
We’re breaking records already.
There’s more play to come — but later.
We’ve done the work.
Now we can fuck.
Key point.
Guys, this is serious.
We need to come up with a lie in advance.
Because at some point she’ll tense up —
Where did he suddenly learn all this?
Yeah, I know.
Instead of appreciating how hard the alpha is trying,
she immediately looks for something shady.
What a sneaky little thing.
Woman, we are officially offended!
We’re ashamed of you.
Ashamed, woman.
Make something up —
Maybe you read it in a magazine.
Or the guys told you.
Some nonsense.
And get back to business before she starts thinking too much.
Oh God.
But she’ll jump up there too.
“What do you mean you read magazines? With naked girls?”
Damn it.
Or—
“You discussed how I am in bed with your friends?”
What a nightmare.
Guys, I don’t even know.
If we tell her I write this and you read it,
she’ll lose it.
She’ll think I’m trying to steal her alpha.
That I’m not just supporting him — I have plans.
Oh God.
It’ll be a complete mess.
Let’s say it was just some random article online.
And of course we don’t even remember where exactly…
If we’re playing dirty,
everyone knows that mouth can be kept busy with something far more interesting.
We’ll teach her that later.
Everything in due time, guys.
We’ll come back to that later.
