I was browsing Facebook when I came across his profile. I messaged him on a whim, and to my surprise, he replied right away. He said he’d checked out my page and was willing to participate. After explaining the details, we scheduled a session for 7 PM that same night. Believe it or not, he actually showed up—pulled up on his bike, called my apartment, and when I leaned over the balcony to tell him to wait, he just hopped back on his bike and took off! I swear, I couldn’t make this up!
Two days later, he texted me saying he’d gotten nervous but wanted to try again. This time, it worked—and let’s just say he paid for ghosting me the first time. His huge size 44 feet were perfect—strong-smelling, sweaty socks and all. He was still nervous, admitting no one had ever been into his feet before. But I made sure he felt it—deep sniffs, slow licks, sucking every toe, even making him press his soles into my face while he sat in the chair. It was intense, and by the end? He loved every second.
I’d kill to have him back for another session someday. Full Version on MasterFetish.com