"Come on, Mark, I need to go downstairs for my shower and you're standing in my way." Her giggle at that ridiculous notion was distant thunder to the man on the step below. She lifted her foot above Mark, her sole hovering above him and completely blocking his view of the rest of her. The implied threat of that move was at odds with the bubbly, cutesy tone she was using to speak to him. "See, look how dirty my little feet are. Oh, I know! You're in my way 'cause want to clean them yourself!"
She quickly dropped her foot down on top him, trapping his head between her long toes as he lay imprisoned between the step and her warm skin. He fought vainly to break free.
"What, you don't want to lick my toes clean? I guess there is a lot of gunk there. How about instead, you come with me to the shower and be my loofah? Sound good? Great!"
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