You look over to your blueberry lover, lust and desire sparkling in the reflection off your flip out screen. Good god, you would drag your balls through a mile of glass just to hear him fart through a walkie-talkie. You lean over and take off a crimson shoe. This is your most secret desire of your cobalt companion.
"Sonic…." you murmur in his ear. Stroking his giant meaty foot. This time, you will get a foot job from your fast friend.
You move his massive clawed toes to your hardness.
"See how your running feet make me" you say huskily as you unto your cotton cock confinement.
"I want your feet" you shudder as his finger like toes grip around your erection like a monkey tail on a vine. His thick toenails scratch at your length lovingly. Good god, this feels better than the time you fisted yourself with toe jam. The nails cache and tug at your foreskin and catch flecks of your dick cheese; you hadn't washed your pick in months for he small sliver of hope Sonic would want your chode on his toe.
You grind your mayonnaise rocket in betwixt his luscious toes. The sensation pinches your penis like a friend and sent throbs of arousal down to the base of your cock.
You notice fungi growing in his feet. The thrill of heat directed at your groin is magnified tenfold with this revelation. You hope athlete's foot is the newest sti.