You choose to lick Tigress's sweaty feet. You move your head closer to her feet. You stick out your tongue expecting the worst when your tongue touches one of her pads. The taste wasn't as bad as you think. She signals you to continue. So you lick her feet. Admiring their taste and texture as yo continue. You finish with one and move onto the other. After you finish you look outside to see that the sun has set. Her feet wet with your saliva glisten in the moon light. "I have places for you to sleep. You can either sleep with me, in my stomach, or in my womb." The choices creep you out. You ask her if you can sleep alone, but she says there is only one bed. You choose...
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