Muscly Feet Fetish Bear Gets Sucked Off

It’s called scotoma.” It was cool being taught a lesson by literally everyone who walked into my life, but I frankly wasn’t ready for feel-good 90s-sitcom-Hell right now. “I don’t care about scotoma.” I replied bitterly. “I don’t care much fetish for driving.” He retorted with another smug expression. “Ready to tell me the story now?” It really didn’t involve him, and I wasn’t a fan of how he talked like the world’s most pretentious philosopher. I just shrugged in response as he walked up to his car, a terrible-looking Dodge Caravan. I was expecting him to hold my silence against me. “You still going to drive me home?” I asked. He shrugged. “It’s the right thing to do. It’s amazing how many people forget how people are human beings. Now where do you live?” I gave him my address and he cocked his head. “You might have to give me directions… I’ve never been there.” The only things I said to him on the ride home were directions. Occasionally he would ask me a question that was obviously linked to the event that took foot fetish place this afternoon, and blowjob I ignored it. He didn’t seem to mind. “I assume this is your place?” He finally asked me. I nodded and he pulled right into the driveway. “Alrighty, glad to see you got home safe.” He said warmly. “Yeah.” I replied and opened the door, undoing the seatbelt and grabbing my backpack. I was halfway out of the car as he spoke again. “And don’t worry.” He added. “You’re not the first, and definitely not the last, to be rejected by Nicole. Don’t take it personally.” I stopped right where I was, and looked back at him. He took this as a sign and nodded sympathetically. After staring at him for a bit, I got back in the car with him. So now ‘bonehead’ is his blowjob go to phrase for when I should stop overthinking something and just go with it. “Dumb slut. "Well? I found myself dressing foot fetish up for him. I was looking down at our little girl who fetish had her mouth wide open, her tongue out as far as she could get it and had it resting against her chin. There was no need to lure his tongue in – he probed inside me as if he were trying to touch the back my throat with his tongue.