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I have small, delicate feet and trim legs. When they are encased in black
patent leather, they look even tinier, and the boots themselves are
extremely tight, hugging my muscled calves and riding all the way mid-thigh.
And then there are the heels -- long, spiked, extremely phallic.
Randy was especially good with heels. I could prop my leg up, putting weight
on my toes, and he'd do my entire heel without me even having to lift my leg
from the floor. I'd put my hand on his ass for balance, turn around and look
over my shoulder, and watch the phallic display of him deep-throating five
or six inches of spiked, dirty heel.
Lots of tongue - that's what I liked. Don't get me wrong, in the early tries
he had to be swatted, slapped and often heel-fucked (ie, I'd make him sit
still while I sat on the couch and just rammed the heel back and forth
between his lips while telling him to suck, suck, and SUCK some more) to get
him to learn what I wanted.
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