I ran my tongue along each of Catherine's toes, savoring the taste of her skin. Her soles twitched and curled with every lick, the ticklish sensation almost too much for her to handle. At first, she tried to endure it silently, but soon enough, soft moans started slipping out.
"No... don't... don't lick... It's so itchy... I can't stand it!" Catherine kept begging, trying to pull her feet away from me.
But I wasn't about to let her off that easy.
Perhaps it was due to my unique affection towards Catherine, I found myself so willingly and eagerly licking her feet.
Normally, I was a guy who couldn't stand anything dirty. The idea of licking someone's feet was something I'd never even considered. None of the women I'd been with before had ever experienced that from me.
But with Catherine, everything was different. Every time I licked and nibbled on her, I felt a surprising sense of enjoyment. There was no disgust—only intense pleasure.
I found myself savoring the taste of her, feeling like these intimate places were truly delicious, becoming more addictive with each touch and taste.
Catherine, however, was struggling to endure my teasing, her fingers gripping the bed tightly as she pleaded, "No more... please... Can you try a different way... please... it's so itchy!"
"Then tell me, where are you itchy?" I smirked and asked, then deliberately planted a kiss on her sole.
"My feet... My feet are itchy," she whispered.
Catherine was still trying to twist her ankles free from my hands.
Given that my hands were much larger than average, holding Catherine's ankles was effortless. I could easily grasp both of her ankles with just one hand, leaving her no room to struggle. The only reason she could move her ankles was that I was deliberately indulging her, allowing her that small freedom.
"Is your pussy not itchy?" I raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Itchy... both are itchy..."
"Which one do you think is itchier?" I pressed.
"My feet... my feet are a little itchier." Catherine's voice was very soft, and she sounded unsure, afraid that I might change my mind or come up with some other playful idea.
"I won't touch your feet then." As I spoke, I let go of her feet, spread them apart, and sat up.
I reached out a hand to her and added, "Come up, sit on my lap and move yourself."
Blushing, Catherine reached out a hand to me, then pulled herself up, sitting on my lap with her legs apart.
In this position, my cock penetrated even deeper. Her legs wrapped around me, arms around my neck, her entire weight pressing down on me.
I patted her round butt, signaling her to move on her own.
Catherine obediently tried to shake her butt. Due to her weak stamina, after about ten minutes, Catherine was already exhausted, her movements growing weaker, her whole body going soft.
I leaned back, stretched my legs out on the bed, one hand holding Catherine's butt, pressing her spine against me, and she lay on top of me.
I started thrusting my hips, my cock moving in and out of her pussy with a steady rhythm.
Before long, the whole bed was shaking with my movements, my cock thrusting in and out of her almost on autopilot.
I braced myself with one hand behind me, balancing my weight.
With just my butt moving on the bed, I thrust a few times, feeling the bounce from the bed's elasticity.
Catherine lay sprawled on top of me, her butt suspended in the air for a moment before crashing down with a crisp smack. This went on for about twenty minutes, and Catherine was visibly getting tired, even unable to cling to me.
Her grip around my neck loosened, and her upper body collapsed onto mine.
I lay back, one hand grasping her knee, the other pressing her waist firmly against my cock.
With renewed energy, my hips started moving again, pushing my cock deeper into her.
In no time, Catherine started convulsing, the spasms spreading from her abdomen to her limbs.
I slowed down my thrusting, feeling her juices flowing down my cock, and soon, I felt the urge to cum.
I pushed my cock deeper into her, the glans pressing against her sensitive spot, and as my waist tingled, I shot my load into her, mixing with her juices.
Catherine was completely spent, lying motionless on top of me, her breathing heavy.
But I wasn't satisfied yet. I lay on the bed with my legs bent and feet planted firmly.
Catherine was kneeling on top of me, her ear against my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
Her sweat trickled down her hair and onto my chest, making my skin feel sticky and warm.
Only my butt was still moving, slowly thrusting my cock in and out of her.
Each withdrawal brought out the sensitive flesh inside her, then squeezed back in with my cock.
The coolness of her outer flesh contrasted sharply with the heat inside. As I pushed deeper, the chill sent a shiver through me, intensifying my desire and heightening the thrill of our connection.
Catherine's eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, letting out a low moan with each thrust.
Especially when I thrust in, her moans were the deepest and most emotional, as if she was in pure bliss.
Both of our heartbeats were racing, and soon, I brought Catherine to climax again.
This time, she squirted a small amount of juice from her pussy, wetting my cock, scrotum, and our intertwined pubic hair.
The droplets of juice and my semen on our pubic hair were a different kind of sexy.
Seeing the lewd scene, I felt the urge to cum again, so I pulled my cock out, and a stream of semen shot out from the tip, forming a beautiful arc in the air.
I ran my hand down her back, feeling her wet pussy, a mix of her juices and my semen, still sticky, and I slapped it lightly with my fingers.