>>6561924You've done it again. You've angered Kana, perhaps seriously this time. You kneel, on your hands and knees, prostrating yourself. She stands before you, arms crossed over her small chest, staring down at you angrily. She HICCs a few times. "You just won't learn, stupid!" she snarls. "You're the worst," she says, finishing with your name, her inflection dry as a desert. It stabs your heart to hear her say that. This girl could crush that fragile heart if she wanted. You wonder if she really knows the power she has.
"I'm sorry, Kana," is what you manage, bringing your gaze up to look at her. Your eyes trace up her slim black stockinged legs, the line of her creamy inner thighs. From this angle you can see a hint of cute buttcheek under her long sweater. It's apparent she's not wearing panties again, though you can only catch a glimpse of her puffiness before she leans forward, covering herself angrily, unintentionally. "You need to be punished," she hisses. Her tail stands on end, unmoving.
Finally, after seeing what seems like much consideration, she grins humorlessly. Her large ears twitch. She lifts her tiny foot, heel arching. Her immaculate tail swishes to compensate her balance.
She suddenly shoves her foot into your face. Her sole presses up against your nose uncomfortably. She grinds it in, shifting and letting her inner arch mate with your cheekbone. You turn into it, pressing her foot against your nostrils, seeking it out. You inhale your stinky fox's scent, strong and bold. It's intoxicating. You wonder how long she's been wearing these stockings. You glance into those lovely, fiery golden orbs. Her eyes narrow at the contact. Your heart races for her, God you love her. She knows what she’s doing. You sloppily lick and kiss her foot, making a mess of her thigh high.
You reach up to cradle her delicate foot. She shivers slightly at your touch, but says nothing. You taste the tips of her covered toes, and soon find yourself reaching up her lissome leg with both hands, scooting forward and sitting back. You trace your fingertips up her leg slowly, causing her to sigh quietly, hotly. The anger is somewhat gone, and now you see scarlet on her cheeks. You grasp her stocking and slide it down, moving forward and planting little kisses on her exposed pale skin as you go. Stripping her of her legwear, you turn your attention to her bare skin.
You gaze upon cute, perfect little toes topped by glossy, unpainted nails. You sniff, a smell like damp wet earth. You grasp her tiny ankle and kiss each of her piggies in turn. You go further, running your tongue between them, tasting the recesses. She spreads them, giving you easier access. Her unwashed toes drive you wild. She flinches, likely feeling this sensation for the first time. You feel your instinctive need start to rise in you.
You glance at her face again, and you can see her panting. Her eyes are so lewd it excites you terribly. You stare into her, taking her toes into your mouth, showing each one your love in turn. She whimpers, losing her composure to your worship. After a few moments of your affection, she pulls her foot back from you, nearly completely covered with your saliva. A thin string is all that connects you, and soon it is severed as she leans back.
You ache for her. She knows it, she sees it clearly. She smiles lovingly, but she won't let you off that easily. With the same perfect foot, she kicks you in the chest, putting you on your back. She moves in, hooking her big toe in the belt loop of your shorts and stripping them off. She parts the gap in your boxers, freeing you. She rests her small, saliva covered foot against the base of your manhood, teasing you. She leans into it. You look up at her and can easily see the heavenly puffiness you were denied earlier. She's dripping, so much it's down her thigh and pattering on the carpet.
She starts to stroke you, slowly at first, her little toes alternating between scrunching and stimulating and wide and grasping. You moan at her ministrations. You call her name in pleasure. Encouraged, she continues boldly. She starts to put her weight on you strongly, using quick, rough strokes. You love it, admitting it feels great, praising her. You can tell by her blushing smirk that she enjoys this as well. With a final punishing push up your shaft, you let go, all over her soaked foot and your own belly.
