Melonie wiggled her toes in front of April. “So? What do you think, you like them?”

April felt a rush tear through her body. Her heart was pounding, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of Melonie’s gorgeous feet. “Wow. They’re… they’re something alright.” She knelt to the floor. It was hard to focus, when all she could think about was worshipping them.

A musical giggle came from above. “You know, I never took you for a footslut. I bet you’d simp for these babies hard, wouldn’t you? You’d beg to let me rub them in your face and step on you, isn’t that right?”

“It’s not!” April was breathing heavily, both from arousal and frustration. “You… you did this. I’ve never been into feet before, certainly not like this. You’re messing with my mind to give me this fetish.”

“True, true, guilty as charged.” Melonie brought her foot dangerously close to April’s face. “But you do have a fetish for being made to have new fetishes. That’s all you. There’s something you find so thrilling about getting all horny and stupid over a kink you only have because I want you to have it. Am I missing anything?”

She wasn’t, to April’s chagrin. “Alright fine, so you made me get worked up over your feet. Are you going to do anything about it or just insult me?”

“April, darling, I’m offended that you have to ask!” A devious look crossed her face as she shoved her foot right into April’s groin. “I’m going to do both.”

She began massaging April’s cock through her clothing, and April swiftly responded in kind. She had no hesitation in grinding herself against Melonie’s gorgeous foot, while her hands took the other one and pressed it against her face. April took a deep whiff and began licking, making sure to give each of Melonie’s toes a tongue bath while using the other one to get herself off.

Melonie laughed at her desperation. “Well that didn’t take long. Are you sure that this isn’t what you wanted? Maybe I lied about messing with your brain, and this is just what you’ve desired all along. It wouldn’t surprise me with how eager you are.”

The rational part of April’s brain knew it wasn’t true, that she was just being taunted. But the rational part of her brain wasn’t in charge. The horny part was, the part with the unparallelled foot fetish. And that part of her was in heaven worshipping Melonie’s toes.