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Nude, Neema laid-back in the dusty sofa sited in the midst of the dim room. Doors remain still opened. ‘Now, please me.’ She commands.
Kneeled, he gets down on her feet.
Leisurely he starts washing each bare foot with a soaked lime sponge. The same gorgeous pinky feet than after he rubs with rough white towels.
Neema smokes. He knows pretty well how important will be for her approval to pick a bright color accurately matched with her clothing. He applies the first coat of a dark cherry red in a tipped toe nail. Then, the second layer of shiny polish. He lets it dry. The evening seems to keep muggy through a casement without windows.
He must wait for a while before massaging them with an over-sweet vanilla oil… He covers the heel, toes and most areas below the ankle on the foot, making circular motions with his dump thumbs and fingers over the sole of her feet... squeezing carefree every little toe... For a moment he is roughly sucking a ringed big toe and licking between fingers, rousing every nerve ending connected with the entire body... Fired up, still inhaling smoke, she throws the cigarette butt into the basin’ water, and puts the other foot over his nape...
Children are still playing in the TV room. The old wooden beams are creaking over their heads. Finally He puts her feet on the Swarovski's inlayed shoes placed beside them.
'Princess. You got it.' He says.
She stands up just dressed in her four inches heels.
'Good job, my sweet boy.' 'So, now, you like wash my asshole, don’t you? Hm'
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