Hot Night with Nguyen Hong Nhung

She cleared her through and nudged the toe of her other foot against my nose. If I find out that you did, I’m telling Emili that I caught you sniffing my dirty socks out of the laundry. Porndig I nodded. A man has to breathe, right? The sound of whatever nurse show was on TV. She then used my chest as a platform to remove her left sock with her right foot’s toes, just inches from my face. I was paralyzed. My tongue flicked up each groove of her wrinkled sole, to the base of her toes. “And you’ll lap those scraps up, won’t you Samuel?” I looked down her leg, to her waiting eyes. The smell of the day’s sweat, which had festered in the same socks for at least two days, invaded my nostrils. I want to see if you’d have more fun with the sock like you did earlier, or with my real foot.”
Like a man possessed, my arms acting independently of my mind, I reached for her ankle. Guilt clawed at me as my fingers fondled around for the ankle of her sock and I pulled it, slowly, down her tiny foot. I turned my head so my tongue could angle up under each toe in one swipe. I was completely enveloped by them. I nodded. Which meant, she could clearly see me. The smell of the day’s sweat, which had festered in the same socks for at least two days, invaded my nostrils.