Food foot fetish

Breakfast in bed with her was already my favorite ritual. Then her mouth found my nipple, warm and greedy, before her fingers hooked the thin strap of my G-string and peeled it away. I lay back, bare, while she dipped her big toe into the marmalade and the peanut butter. I took it between my lips without hesitation, sucking the sticky sweetness off her skin, tongue tracing every ridge. She watched me with that slow, satisfied smile. Neither of us will forget how breakfast turned into this.