You steel yourself and decide to face the approaching monsters head-on. You'd have welched if given the chance, but you've been caught in a snare--better to man up and go out with honor than to weakly delay the inevitable. Besides, being honorable might lead to lesser punishment, right?
So your tounge comes out of your mouth with the speed of a striking snake and makes a loud "SLURP" as it connects with Maya's filthy right sole. You drag it across the entire length of the demon: then, before your brain can even process it's taste, smell, or Maya's sigh, you let loose another slurp on the left foot. Your heroism finally expired, you draw back and the aftermath of your actions hits you.
The first thing you notice is the smell. You thought it was bad when Maya was teasing you earlier? When yor nose got closer and your saliva came in contact with the filth, it became far worse. You have a childhood memory of when your high school bully forced your head into a toilet; the smell than was far more pleasent than what you could smell right now. Words can not describe how revolted it makes you feel.
On the other hand, the taste is a mixed bag. At first it felt like you had gotten a vomit-flavored jellybean, but the aftertaste made you reconsider. Something--you guessed it was Maya's sweat---have the luck a very salty aftertaste. It was not unlike eating a pretzel--and pretzels are among your favorite foods. All in all, the drawbacks of the dirty first lick outweigh the glorious aftertaste, but there is something else you must consider.
Maya is in her glory. Her moans are more heavenly than even the sound of her giggles. You can tell that even the first two slurps a have made the night for her; she's so cute, so charming that you want to make her entire life, if you can.
All in all, you're left with a dilemma: are you actually starting to LIKE this? The smell is terrible and the taste a mixed bag, but does the joy of pleasing this beautiful girl outweigh that? Confused, you continue to repay the bargain. Your tounge alternates between her left and right feet. You spend the better part of ten minutes cleaning off the soles, then you move on to the arches and the heel. Maya's moans turn to light giggles as your tounge dances across her arches; it's only more musical to your ears than the moans.
"Ahahaha...ahhhh. Take a break for a minute please." You stop, relief and disappointment competing for your primary emotion. "You're doing amazing... Nick always is slacking off and trying to get out of it by now, but you're getting better as you go along." She wiggled her toes quite cutely---hold it, what?-- and asked, "are you enjoying this?"
Good question. Um... What's your answer? It's tough to think over the rancid stench emitting from her tootsies.
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