As you were getting a seat protector for the backseat, you couldn't help but notice how cute she was. The pure face she had, light brown hair, and feet which were covered with a little bit of sand and dirt. She said to you "Thanks again, Mister for taking us back, and for setting up a cover." She smiled right after. You started shaking, mentally going crazy, then... it had to be done. You groaned, then said "Ugh fuck it.... give me your delicious feet." You couldn't take it anymore, your nose went into the creases of her second and third toe, and your tongue licked up the saltiness and dirt of her foot. Her foot smelt like barely anything, maybe a bit of sweat and that was it. She said in shock, "Mister, what are you doing?! Get away from me!" You instantly knew this wouldn't have ended well, so you had to shut her up somehow. You said to her, "If you let me do this, I'll let you have $100 bucks, got it?" She still was in shock but didnt specifically disagree, so you went back to smelling. You were so hard that you basically smelt her entire foot, licked her tiny toes, outside and inside, then did the same thing to the other foot. Sometimes you did both actions at the same time. You finally did the thing you wanted and felt the pleasure in your area satisfied. Her cousin finally came back, and said "Yo what up let's get this car movin grampa." You got in the driver's seat in hopes that she wouldn't tell, and to your surprise, she didn't. All she did was put back on her sandals (which were a little soaken with your spit) and looked out the window. You drove them home, wished them well, and said "If you ever need me, give me a call!" The cousin said, "Ight thanks again my man, catches laters! And safe trip!" The little girl look saddened, knowing what had happened, and just went inside with her cousin.
You were driving home, chill as can be, then something happened. You thought, "Why did I do that?" You started to guilt yourself from that point alllll the way back. You got back to your place, settled down, got situated, and thought, "I may not get everything, but if something is pestering me to do anything, it's not a good idea." So you sat on your counter for a few hours, after thinking and guilt tripping, gave all in, and cried, for what you had done.
The end.
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