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I would worship Sarah Silverman's feet.
I
would have rose petals cascaded around our candlelit, aromatic
sanctuary. I would undress her white gossamer silky sun dress with one
firm tug downward, pulling her close to me but not daring to kiss her. I
would sit her down on the edge of a huge marble bathtub, with
waterfalls bubbling down the walls beside us.
First I would wash
them in a warm bubble bath. While I was cleansing her feet, I would be
doing a diligent job, getting in between each toe with fervor and
affection. I would use oils to massage her feet, dipping them into the
water to rinse them, and then massaging with oils again, repeating.
I
would rub my face into the soles of her feet, breathing deeply into
them, tasting her essence. Each of her little toes would be treated like
candies to be at first hesitantly tasted, then suckled and enjoyed more
and more as bashfulness turns to brazenness.
I would then pull
her down into the water with me, kiss her gently, then hard, biting her
lips, scraping her tongue with my teeth, tasting blood from her
punctured lip. I would swing her around and sit myself on the edge of
the marble tub, straddle her feet, and begin to rub my cock along her
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