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Mara mostly loves men. And she feels proudly female. Precisely for this reason she wonders what that crazy, violent, sweet, exhausting, tremendous, libidinous attraction for female feet is. Not all of them, really. It's like for men, she sees one, ten, a hundred, but if she were to imagine herself in bed with them, she'd spend her time vomiting... but then there's him, the one who gives you the creeps. So it's for women's feet only occasionally there's a she who makes you shiver with emotion. The other night she was at a photography exhibition opening together with her friend Angela, bisexual convinced and also an admirer of the female foot. Given the unbearable heat, all the women present are wearing open shoes. Mara's gaze wanders among the feet present, sandals of various styles, with or without heels, flip-flops or slave shoes, among very well-groomed feet others much less. Many of those present show off tanned feet, nails lacquered with summer colors, rings on the toes, small tattoos. Feet at times mischievous, other flirty or boring and other vulgar ones that say a lot about the owners. But one arrived that caught Mara's attention, she didn't have two feet, but two little roses just blossomed, two sweet little roses, almost white, so curious and out of place in the middle of all those tanned feet. Two delightful small and chubby feet like those of children, short nails with only the thumbnail a little longer and rounded. Pale pink nail polish and flip-flop sandals with white beads. Her skin smelled like talcum powder. Thinking about those wonderful feet and how they must have suffered in contact with the hard leather of Mara sandals gets excited. So she confided to her friend Angela that she would like the soft, plump fingers of those feet to rub against her and then bite and scratch them, imprison them and torture them. Then she would relieve them by licking them long and sucking them one by one. Angela also gets excited at the provocative story of her friend and at the sight of those particular feet and the owner, a pretty blondasse, with slightly spiraling eyes, short, about thirty-five years old. Both leave the photo exhibition with an excuse and run into Angela's car. Closed in the cockpit Mara pulls out Angela's sandals, both agitated for fear that someone might see them. Mara starts licking Angela's tapered and tanned feet, lacquered in an ordinary and vulgar red, so different from the feet that had excited her just before. Angela is, however, another type, long black hair as black as her eyes, tall, thin and an artificially prosperous breast thanks to the silicone her husband gave her for her 40th birthday. Mara closes her eyes and imagines she has the blonde girl's big toe between her lips while she sucks her friend's big toe, which she begins to masturbate by opening her legs in an obscene way and showing off her raven pubis. Mara inserts her tongue between Angela's fingers and gets excited by the taste of leather and salt in her skin. Angela wags her hand as she presses her panties which barely contain her turgid clitoris lubricated by fragrant moods. Mara continues to suck her friend's fingers, wrapping them around her fleshy lips. Then she starts licking the sole of her foot, which, lubricated by saliva, rubs against her tanned breasts. However, Mara feels the frustration of not having the feet she wants, Angela's feet are an unsatisfactory fallback for her. So, she stripped Angela's breasts, discovering their unnatural roundness and handling them as if she wanted to shape them and then squeezing them with energy, squeezing out the thriving dark nipples. Mara sucks and nibbles those nipples with frenzy and Angela reclines her head backwards with pleasure. Then they kiss and the tongues twist. Angela, very excited, sinks her sharp nails into Mara's firm buttocks to guide the rhythmic movement of her hips, so that her fleshy clitoris, soaked in moods, rubs against her thigh. A thrill rises up Mara's loins and radiates to her back and hardens her nipples which are offered to her friend's mouth. Angela squeezes her friend's breasts biting her fleshy nipples like two juicy blackberries. The pain radiating from her nipples is confused with the pleasure of being at the mercy of her friend's wild kisses. At the peak Mara lets herself be invaded by an orgasm that makes her tremble and empty her. Then she surrenders herself in a liberating cry in her friend's arms. .
