You fear being stomped by him so you decide to listen to him, you then start smoothly sliding your hands across his wrinkly yellow feet with an unbearable smell "heeh! that feels good hhaahaa" hawkmon says relaxed. Then you start messaging the toes, getting your fingers in between them. You then start rubbing the claw sheaths, hours pass after finally finishing the right foot as you move to the left one rubbing his sweaty sole "hang on a second Tyler!" hawkmon says "I've got other plans for you!" he said with an evil smirk "what now?" you say nervous.
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