Sitting at her dressing table stool just before bedtime, Lori asked me what I thought of her new nail polish. “Mmm,” I said, “looks delicious. So creamy.”

She smiled. “I thought you might like it,” she said. “I made a special effort to match the color of your cum.”

That took me momentarily aback. All I could say was, “Really?”

“Uh huh,” she answered. “Would you like a taste?”

“Sure,” I said.

“I knew you would,” she said. “You’re such a perv.” She lifted her foot. “A perv with a foot fetish.”

“Oh no,” I said. “I love tasting every part of you, from the tip of your toes to the tip of your nose.”

Without waiting for her to reply, I knelt before her, lifted her offered foot, and sucked her big toe into my mouth.

I can’t say there was any real flavor, but the feel of it was nice, and I flicked my tongue rapidly on the big toe’s underpad.

“Ooh,” she cooed. “That feels ... ooh.”

Still flicking my tongue, I took her foot lightly in hand, then as gently as possible caressed her sole.

“Ooh, that ti ti ti...”

I didn’t stop.

“Don’t! I mean, I mean...” she blurted.

I couldn’t quite believe it. I had a good view of her sex. The petals were perceptibly fattened, the darling clit was exquisitely erect, and her pussy was seeping a not quite clear cream. Abruptly her sex opened, thicker cream splurched out, and her sex clenched closed. A split second later it opened again. More cream. The clenching continued for several seconds.

“No, no, no,” Lori wailed, yanking her foot from my mouth and hand. “You, you you,” she gasped. “You made me...”

I didn’t let her finish her accusation. I kissed her, a devouring kiss, and then I lifted her from the stool, thrust her onto the bed, and buried my face between her legs.

Sole food is a nice treat, but nothing beats cunt.