Roomie’s Feet - After work footjob while wearing scrubs

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Roomie’s Feet - After work footjob while wearing scrubs

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The Unwanted Surprise

The Scent of Her Scrubs

As soon as I stepped into our apartment, I was hit with a strange yet familiar scent. It was a mixture of antiseptic and the soft cotton fabric that Roomie's scrubs were made of. I frowned, confused by the odd aroma, but decided not to question it.

I found Roomie, my roommate and best friend, sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table. She had her work shoes still on, which made me raise an eyebrow. "What's going on, Roomie?" I asked, curious about her odd behavior.

"Oh, nothing much," she replied, her smile not reaching her eyes. "I just wanted you to see how hard-working I am." Her voice was laced with sarcasm, but I didn't catch it until it was too late.

"What's with the socks?" I inquired, looking down at the wrinkled fabric covering her feet. "Did you forget to take them off before coming home?"

That's when she sprang her unexpected surprise on me. With a sly grin, she reached down and began to untie the laces of her shoes. "No, I didn't forget," she said slowly, drawing out the suspense. "I wanted you to take them off for me."

My heart raced with anticipation as I knelt before her and gently tugged at the sock she was holding out. As soon as it was removed, I gasped in shock. Her feet were incredibly soft and smooth, like a baby's bottom. It was almost too much for me to handle.

"Roomie, what did you do?" I asked in a hushed tone, my fingers tracing the arch of her foot. "Did you get a pedicure just for me?"

She chuckled darkly, her gaze fixated on mine. "No, silly," she replied, running her thumb over the calloused edge of my palm. "I didn't get a pedicure. These are just the results of all the hard work I've put into taking care of you."

Before I could respond, she pulled her other foot from its confinement and placed it firmly in my lap. The heat emanating from her body made my skin tingle, and the sight of her toes curling against my thigh sent a shiver down my spine.

"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I need you to make me feel good. Give me the footjob I've been craving all day."

As our gazes locked, I felt a surge of power rush through me. In that moment, I knew that I held the key to her pleasure. With shaking hands, I reached out to grasp her ankle, my fingers tracing the delicate bones of her feet.

"Are you ready?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her response was a simple nod, her eyes filling with tears. I hesitated, unsure of what to expect, but then I felt her warm, moist breath on my neck. "Do it," she commanded, her voice thick with desire.

And so I did. I pressed my palms against her soles and began to massage them, feeling the tension in her muscles slowly melting away. Her moans of pleasure echoed through the room, and I could feel the heat emanating from her body. It was intoxicating.

As I worked my magic on her feet, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control like never before. It was as if she were mine to command, and the thought sent a thrill coursing through my veins.

Before I knew it, the video had ended. But the memory of that night would stay with me forever—the smell of her scrubs, the taste of her feet in my mouth, and the way she surrendered to my touch. It was a moment that would forever be etched into my mind as the ultimate giantess fetish experience.

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