Attraction

Do you like your girl's feet? Although it seems strange, there are certain humans in the world who adore their partners' feet. They enjoy biting, licking, kissing, and touching them. It turns them on. They simply can't get enough of keeping their feet in front of them.

I once heard a tale about a man who had such a soft spot for a woman's adorable little feet that after he won one of her dares, he would beg her to let him kiss her feet. After they were married, he took extra care of her feet, buying her new shoes, massaging them, kissing them frequently, and lying on them whenever they were both seated together. She adored how much he cherished her and her tiny feet. 

Another girl disclosed to me that her lover always remembers to buy jewellery for her feet because he enjoys kissing her attractive feet whenever he sees her. Some guys are strange. They pick the strangest feature of their woman's body and give it all their attention.

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