“My feet are cold…” as she lifts her feet up to my belly.
I untuck my shirt, and let her slide them inside against my flesh. They are indeed cold!
Holding them close to me buried under my sweater, I delight in her company.
She smiles and as her feet warm, starts to knead them into my flesh.
She whispers (“let me know if I hurt you”), and I give her a comforting nod.
“So”, she begins, “I wonder how long it has been. I know my sister is away quite often. Tell me.”
“A while Princess.”
“So these must be pretty full then, hmm?” she has slid one foot out from under my shirt and is now tapping the top of it into my crotch, which is why she warned me about the “hurt”).
It has been a while, and I am rather backed up. Her foot feels amazing.
“Yes”, I whimper as I close my eyes.
“YES WHAT?” she commands with a rather hard, but welcome kick.
“Yes, Princess”
“Open your legs more”, as she kicks the inside of my thights as instruction.