She doesn't ask me to touch her feet. She doesn't ask for massages. She just knows that if she lays her legs across my thighs with her beautful soft skin near my talkative hands I'll touch them. I'll caress her beautiful feet all night. They are beautiful. They're perfect really. And I love to touch them. She's mine. There are many places on her feet that make nice sounds. If I touch them right. I talk to her through those feet. I say, I love you, I love you, I love you and your feet are cute.
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This one is my favorite. Very intuitive. I love your "talkative" hands. And I love your talkative hands. "And your feet are cute," was a cute surprise.
And I love your talkative hands.
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