He had stopped, watching for her reaction after that first pass. With her okay, he did the same to the other foot. She was having a hard time holding her legs still. The intense sensations shooting up her legs, through her center, and up to her head were almost too much for her. He hooked a paw over both of her legs to hold them down, and then he really began to lick her feet in earnest—slipping his tongue between her toes, back and forth, pushing on the muscle of her arches, flicking the tips of her toes.
It didn't take long. She was breathing hard, sucking in when he would run the entire length of his tongue between her toes, moaning when he pushed on her arches. With him holding her feet down, she twisted her hips and arched her back, pushing her breast into the air.
