Adventures of Shemale Sandra Part 2

She wanted his cock badly. So badly that she almost ripped his jeans pulling them down. But her target was in sight, only separated from her by some stretched white briefs. "Mmmm," moaned sandra. She hooked her index finger in the waistband and tugged the tight briefs just bellow his entrapped hard-on. "Oh Timothy," she said softly, biting her lip. His swollen cock was curved just a little to the right, which she thought was extremely sexy. But before she could touch it, he stood and finished taking off his remaining clothes: underwear, jeans, shoes and socks. Then he examined her.

She felt very self-conscious as he looked over her naked body, the only articles of clothes on it being a pair of skimpy, wet panties and flip-flops on her feet. But he soon got rid of those, too, taking a big whiff of her panties before throwing them aside savagely. Her flip-flops came next, and they were tossed aside as well in a similarly brutish fashion. But then something unexpected happened. He had begun to massage a part of her body no one had ever laid hands on before. He was rubbing her feet, and it felt simply amazing considering how tired they were from breaking in the new flip-flops. His fingers-tips were firmly but smoothly manipulating her soles and occasionally moving over to squeeze or pinch her toes. "That feels good Timothy, " she said, still a little surprised that a guy was doing this to her.

Sandra had begun to relax by this point. One of her hands was softly tweaking her large brown aureolas and nipples to excitedness, and the other, of course, was kneading her leaking little girly-dick. But Timothy had stopped massaging her feet before she even got to her third stroke; he was doing something even more strange now. His lips were wrapped around her painted big toe and they were sucking it rhythmically. He was tending generously to her sore feet with all the care his mouth could provide. Then he began dividing his attention between all of the toes.