You take deep sniffs between her toes. The sweet footy smell is intoxicating. Leah gives you a confused but also frightened glare and asks "What are you going to do? Why sniff my feet?" You sit in silence, licking your lips in anticipation. She speaks again "Oh no! Don't tell me....." you repeatedly take more sniffs of her sexy feet. Aftering grabbing her ankles you make trollish growling noises. Leah tryong to reason with your hunger blurts out, "We can talk about this Mr. Troll! You don't have to eat my feet! Oh no you're not listening are you? My poor feet are done for." You then....
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