God knows what this thing might do to me if I gave in. This thing was so strange, so enticing, I refused to believe it wasn't suspicious. Still... it felt too good to move a muscle as it continued its unorthodox back massage. If anything, it seemed to be getting more worked up, its soft sole flexing and scrunching against me. Deep wrinkles in the 'bed' pressed wetly against my back, the scent of orange blossoms and foot sweat intensifying. Damn... it would be so easy to roll over and press my cock against it. Those wrinkles felt big enough that I could probably sink my dick into one and... I bit my lip, trying to focus. This bed was weird, and I didn't trust it.
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