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After a rough day of exhausting work and nearly getting into accidents thanks to stupid people, Nate collapsed on the couch. He couldn't take much more of this daily struggle only to come home to a depressing and empty house. To him, opportunities to leave this rut had long since passed, meaning he was stuck here to suffer. But, his chest started to feel warm; placing a hand to it, he noted it didn't actually feel any hotter. Sitting up in the couch, the tv suddenly turned on. He hadn't hit the remote, nor was it a channel that he knew. All that was on the screen was a video of a disembodied pair of sexy female Latina feet, wearing cute sandals with pearls on them.

He wasn't sure what he was seeing, but the feet turned around to show off every inch of their sexy, shapely smoothness, wiggling their dainty toes happily whenever they faced Nate. Chuckling, Nate blew them a kiss and beckoned them to walk over to them. Flexing their toes in surprise, the feet started to walk toward the screen, amazingly stepping out of it and onto the coffee table. Nate swore he must've been on some sort of drug if this was what he was observing with his own eyes.

Somehow, knowledge seeped into his mind. These perfect and divine goddess feet were his guardian feengel, a female angel that was just a sexy pair of feet. They always watched over him to protect him from harm and if he was seeing them, it was time for the both of them to fulfill their divine duty and become husband and wife. Like Nate even needed a moment to think it over.

Within seconds, he had gently slipped the squirming feet out of their sandals and was sticking their soles against his face. Kissing and sniffing the feet, he noticed many things about them. The feet were perfectly shaped, had no dry skin, it was all soft and smooth, and had no odor to them. In fact, they seemed moisturized and smelled like vanilla lotion. This was it, these feet truly were the textbook definition of perfect. Delicately pecking each toe one by one, Nate found his nether region surging with blood. "Please, take my virginity." He whispered between kisses. The feet agreed, squishing his tongue with their toes, that being the feet equivalent of a kiss.

Nude in his bedroom, Nate stood over the feet on his bed. Soles side up, showing off their rosy pink soles that were begging for his rod. Getting on top, he slowly slid his shaft between them, making the feet lock themselves together to completely entrap his entire length with their soft soles and wiggling toes. It was a divine footpussy. Pumping his hips, Nate moaned as he felt the feet twitch from each forward thrust, proving they felt lust and sexual pleasure just like a full person. Not that he'd want a full person, all Nate needed were these feet.

Over time, he started to speed up, wiping sweat from his brow as the sweaty feet pressed themselves tightly together, increasing the pressure and wrinkles of their soles. They had successfully made Nate addicted to feet sex, which he had no complaints about. Pounding them faster and faster, Nate mused how he was making loved to just a pair of feet. The preposterousness only made this scenario even hotter, urging him to thrust even harder. His pelvic thrusting was so deep that his tip slid past the soles a few times, completely locked between the dainty toes of his divine feetwife. They kissed the tip each time, twitching as Nate pulled back to ready another pleasurable thrust.

They made love for half an hour before Nate's strength started to give out. "It's time!" He proclaimed, pulling back one last time. The feet knew what was about to happen, so they pressed themselves tightly together. Just in time, too, for Nate's rod rushed forward, spasming from rubbing against each sole wrinkle of the horny feet he was fucking. And just like that, he climaxed. Moaning loudly, he blew a huge white load all over the soles of his new feetwife, who shook and twitched as she climaxed in tandem. Realizing they were perfectly compatible for each other, Nate lay in afterglow with his shrinking shaft between the covered soles of his wife. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." He whispered with a smile.

Taking the feet to get cleaned up, Nate made sure to treat them like the goddess that they were. Falling asleep with their soles in his face, Nate's feety dreams lasted all night long, leaving him refreshed and rest come the morning. From then on, Nate and his guardian feengel wife spent every single second together. He'd even walk around doing errands with his wife in his pants, wrapped around his shaft and going to town footjobbing him. These kinds of days lasted the rest of their lives, creating nothing but days of bliss and love.

Yes indeed, these feet definitely made his life better.

The End

Description
After a rough day of exhausting work and nearly getting into accidents thanks to stupid people, Nate collapsed on the couch. He couldn't take much more of this daily struggle only to come home to a depressing and empty house. To him, opportunities to leave this rut had long since passed, meaning he was stuck here to suffer. But, his chest started to feel warm; placing a hand to it, he noted it didn't actually feel any hotter. Sitting up in the couch, the tv suddenly turned on. He hadn't hit the remote, nor was it a channel that he knew. All that was on the screen was a video of a disembodied pair of sexy female Latina feet, wearing cute sandals with pearls on them.

He wasn't sure what he was seeing, but the feet turned around to show off every inch of their sexy, shapely smoothness, wiggling their dainty toes happily whenever they faced Nate. Chuckling, Nate blew them a kiss and beckoned them to walk over to them. Flexing their toes in surprise, the feet started to walk toward the screen, amazingly stepping out of it and onto the coffee table. Nate swore he must've been on some sort of drug if this was what he was observing with his own eyes.

Somehow, knowledge seeped into his mind. These perfect and divine goddess feet were his guardian feengel, a female angel that was just a sexy pair of feet. They always watched over him to protect him from harm and if he was seeing them, it was time for the both of them to fulfill their divine duty and become husband and wife. Like Nate even needed a moment to think it over.

Within seconds, he had gently slipped the squirming feet out of their sandals and was sticking their soles against his face. Kissing and sniffing the feet, he noticed many things about them. The feet were perfectly shaped, had no dry skin, it was all soft and smooth, and had no odor to them. In fact, they seemed moisturized and smelled like vanilla lotion. This was it, these feet truly were the textbook definition of perfect. Delicately pecking each toe one by one, Nate found his nether region surging with blood. "Please, take my virginity." He whispered between kisses. The feet agreed, squishing his tongue with their toes, that being the feet equivalent of a kiss.

Nude in his bedroom, Nate stood over the feet on his bed. Soles side up, showing off their rosy pink soles that were begging for his rod. Getting on top, he slowly slid his shaft between them, making the feet lock themselves together to completely entrap his entire length with their soft soles and wiggling toes. It was a divine footpussy. Pumping his hips, Nate moaned as he felt the feet twitch from each forward thrust, proving they felt lust and sexual pleasure just like a full person. Not that he'd want a full person, all Nate needed were these feet.

Over time, he started to speed up, wiping sweat from his brow as the sweaty feet pressed themselves tightly together, increasing the pressure and wrinkles of their soles. They had successfully made Nate addicted to feet sex, which he had no complaints about. Pounding them faster and faster, Nate mused how he was making loved to just a pair of feet. The preposterousness only made this scenario even hotter, urging him to thrust even harder. His pelvic thrusting was so deep that his tip slid past the soles a few times, completely locked between the dainty toes of his divine feetwife. They kissed the tip each time, twitching as Nate pulled back to ready another pleasurable thrust.

They made love for half an hour before Nate's strength started to give out. "It's time!" He proclaimed, pulling back one last time. The feet knew what was about to happen, so they pressed themselves tightly together. Just in time, too, for Nate's rod rushed forward, spasming from rubbing against each sole wrinkle of the horny feet he was fucking. And just like that, he climaxed. Moaning loudly, he blew a huge white load all over the soles of his new feetwife, who shook and twitched as she climaxed in tandem. Realizing they were perfectly compatible for each other, Nate lay in afterglow with his shrinking shaft between the covered soles of his wife. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." He whispered with a smile.

Taking the feet to get cleaned up, Nate made sure to treat them like the goddess that they were. Falling asleep with their soles in his face, Nate's feety dreams lasted all night long, leaving him refreshed and rest come the morning. From then on, Nate and his guardian feengel wife spent every single second together. He'd even walk around doing errands with his wife in his pants, wrapped around his shaft and going to town footjobbing him. These kinds of days lasted the rest of their lives, creating nothing but days of bliss and love.

Yes indeed, these feet definitely made his life better.

The End