The Festival of Musk Chapter 2: Humiliation
Yet still, she edged him, grinding her stinky feet all over his face, happily calling him her foot boy, her footrest, nudging him until his cock felt like it was about to explode...and then stopped.
Sure You’re a Real Doctor?
The dog pushed his feet up to the footrests that forced lex's legs apart. it was a very strange sensation for lex who watched this with a frown. "i'll have to make sure you stay still for the exam."
Santa's Little Helper
You are on top of his footrest. having nowhere else to go, you can’t do anything but stare at santa wiggling his toes before he drops his paw on you.
High School Days Ch 12 The ‘Big’ Game
He grabbing hold of the base of his cock and forced it down as he stood up on the footrest. he looked around in a panic, but nobody had seen his cock spring up.
It's Better Under Her
She closed the book and put it to the side, sliding her legs off of her footrest and onto the floor. it was a fluid motion that never disturbed the short skirt that she wore, something he still didn't know how she accomplished.
Weekend Shift
You're a fucking footrest, boot brush, and if you're good you're a cum rag too. you don't deserve to be my slave until you fucking earn it."
Knot Theory (IV)
He looked over at joel, splayed back in the couch with his feet perched on top of the footrest. audience laughter from the latest flavor-of-the-month sitcom sounded from the television. the centerpiece of your average apartment was a television.
Churn and Chill (Vore Story)
A giant, warm, steaming bag of deer jizz being his reward for all this work, one that neil would have to wait a few minutes on before he tied it off and started to use it as a footrest or whatever he was planning.
Hypnotic Hold (Vignette)
He was completely at her mercy; maybe she would stuff him down her throat next, or use him as a nice, wiggling footrest. with the skunk as both figurative and literal putty in her hands, her ideas were bountiful... ?
Prince in Chains: Chapter 4
He had his legs sticking out, resting on lord-general lestrade's back, the naked lion kneeling on all fours and more than happy to play footrest for his king.
Commission - Attack of the Booty Monster
She heaves her body upwards in a sitting position, her legs already relaxed on top of the recliner's footrest. her trunk hovers over the food, giving it a quick tap and whiff. "it's gotten cold and a little hard... oh well.
The Prettiest Misogynist
The shinx crossed his feet on the footrest, relaxing in his seat. "do you think you're a ten, cunt?" lena opened her mouth and left it that way for a few seconds, deciding what to say. "...no?" "then what the fuck are you doing here?"