RedPyramidDoll
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My poor hubby is so sore from work at a nursing home. Before he left today he had his feet propped up on the footrest. I started rubbing and squeezing his foot, occasionally flicking a nail up it to massage deeper.
He was okay with this, relaxing with his eyes shut. I rubbed and massaged his foot for about thirty minutes, and, he placed his other foot on the footrest.
I rubbed his foot, and he winced, pulling it back. I tilted my head. "Babe, c'mon, gimme your foot. I'll be gentle." He sighed, his eyes shifting. He placed it on there again. I grabbed his ankle more firmly, massaging that spot. He winced again, and giggled. I grinned. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" He put his foot back, keeping his eyes on me. I put my arm around his ankle, rubbing harder. He grimaced and wiggled, laughing, trying desperately to pull away. "Babe! Thahahat foots ticklish!!!" I giggled, scribbled my nails a little on it. He growled and jumped on me, and tickled me to near death.
and as I lay here giggling, and groaning from the attack, I shall hit Submit New Thread.
He was okay with this, relaxing with his eyes shut. I rubbed and massaged his foot for about thirty minutes, and, he placed his other foot on the footrest.
I rubbed his foot, and he winced, pulling it back. I tilted my head. "Babe, c'mon, gimme your foot. I'll be gentle." He sighed, his eyes shifting. He placed it on there again. I grabbed his ankle more firmly, massaging that spot. He winced again, and giggled. I grinned. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" He put his foot back, keeping his eyes on me. I put my arm around his ankle, rubbing harder. He grimaced and wiggled, laughing, trying desperately to pull away. "Babe! Thahahat foots ticklish!!!" I giggled, scribbled my nails a little on it. He growled and jumped on me, and tickled me to near death.
and as I lay here giggling, and groaning from the attack, I shall hit Submit New Thread.
