Since childhood, I have been obsessed with the beauty of the girls, especially the feet of shoes, I think that is the most beautiful thing in the world. Feeling the beauty of the girls wearing sexy shoes on the street, I always imagine the look of the feet in the stockings wrapped in stockings and even imagine the taste. If the owner of this pair of feet is again a beautiful woman, then this is the most exciting thing. I always despise women who wear ugly shoes, and even despise those who make and design such shoes, and they spoil the beauty of women's feet! My hobbies are rooted in foot fetish, and the shoes are like a beautiful dress for the U.S. foot, perhaps love house and Ukrainian, so I started to love shoes. The shoes worn by the girls are so beautiful that various styles of shoes will make people love it. Maybe I will love the fine sandals of the sandals, the wonderful heel of the shoes, the imprint left on the shoes due to sweating, the marks of the toes to push out the shoes, and even the dust on the soles of the shoes will fascinate me. That happiness may be the greatest joy I have ever lived!
The company I work for is not very big. At the front desk there is a girl who is very tall and tall. She is also very good and her features are very correct. The best place to look is her little lips. The long shape is perfect, and anyone who wants to see them wants to kiss it. The only flaw is that they have a small tiger tooth, but they always laugh. It's also a small beauty. On the first day of her coming to the company, I set her up. Nothing else. Whoever gave her a pair of feet. Her feet are really good looking, perfect as her lips. The 36th foot is not big or small, not fat or thin. The arch has a sexy curve. The rounded heel can always attract your attention when you walk. She is very noble and sacred in my psychology. Unfortunately, at the age of 26, she was already married. It is a pity! She always wears stockings in the summer (maybe because the company is not allowed to bare feet), and then go to the company and put on a pair of high heels, the kind of black matte. Hey, these shoes don't know how many times I stroked and kissed. Every time I get off work, my heart rate will accelerate. My saint will put her high-heeled shoes in a shoe box and put it under the table every time. Then she will leave work. Of course I will find all kinds of excuses for the last one to leave, just for her beautiful high heels. Every time I carefully open the shoe box, the baby is lying quietly inside, and the enticing curves let you see everything. The first thing I had to do was to smell the smell of her shoes. I had a deep foot breath in my shoes for a day, and I even had a bit of extra temperature. I always inhale deeply and feel the taste of her feet; then I licked through every part of the shoe, followed by the upper and the heel. Holding her shoes in both hands with her heel in her mouth was too irritating. Sometimes I also put her toe in my mouth and imagine her beautiful feet. It feels so wonderful. When she watched her on the second day at work, she put on the high-heeled shoes I played and walked in the company. My heart was always a tickle. She will often change the stockings of different colors to expand my interest, especially when she once put on black stockings, I just want to kneel at every inch of her feet. . . . . .
The women are like this, and unconsciously, their feet and shoes have completely conquered me, and I will be crazy about it!
June 12, 2018