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#✨i just wanna burry my nose between his toesies✨
starryeyedadmirer · 8 months
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✨Uuuggghhh😩. The way that I would KEEP this man knocked up and pumping out babies for me. It’s damn near shameful…✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 11 months
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✨Ross’s tummy time!!!✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 10 months
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✨I would love to worship your feet while you eat, Shawn…✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 9 months
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✨FEET??? FROM KIT??? I was not prepared, I tell you…😂
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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year
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✨The feet! The tummy! I’m in love😫!!!✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 8 months
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Kneeling at the end of the bed as Jack lays on top of the sheets, venting to you about how stressful his day has been, and telling you how badly he needs to just relax and unwind. His feet are killing him. He hasn’t mentioned it, because he knows how much you worry about him… but they’re noticeably swollen, and his toes look as though they’re packed closely together — the way that they are when he wears his favorite pair of shoes.
Listening to all of his problems, reassuring him that everything is going to work out, offering him your best resolutions, and taking it upon yourself to try and help with his pain. You cup your hands around his heels… feel how damp his socks are, and all of the blood that’s pumping through his veins like a runaway train. They’re throbbing… and they smell so soggy, like sweat and swamp water.
Jack continues to ramble, blabbering on and on about his troubles… pretends that he doesn’t feel your fingers gliding across the bottoms of his feet… and then, all of a sudden, his sweat-soaked socks come off…
Before either of you know it, your lips are pressed against his soft, swollen soles… and suddenly, your mouth is stuffed full of his toes… and then, your tongue is buried in the spaces between them. His ranting has stopped altogether… become a symphony of hushed moans and filthy, whispered words… and his left hand is rubbing at the front of his pants, just as yours are to his bare heels. He’s no longer encumbered by stress… having forgotten all about his daily hardships. His bellyaching is finally finished.
Jack’s funky stench is intoxicating… and his taste — the salty, pungent flavor of his feet… his toe sweat, and the cheesy residue in between them — it’s absolutely divine. Even without his complaining, it’s obvious that he’s been hard at work.
Somehow, this always happens, every single time that he comes back in after a long day. He tells you all about it… bitches and whines about how he’s done with it all… and winds up butt-naked on the mattress, with you either worshiping at his feet, devouring his hairy asshole as though it’s your last meal, plunging your tongue into his fuzzy navel, or sucking him off until he shoots his steaming hot load down into your lungs. What a man Jack is… a strong, hardworking man. And what would he do without you?
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starryeyedadmirer · 9 months
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✨Oh, the things I’d do🤤…✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year
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You were only joking when you told Grayson that he was pregnant, during the short drive to the emergency room. His constant vomiting, debilitating fatigue, the stomach pains he’s been feeling, his loss of appetite — they’re all sure signs that something is seriously wrong with him… but it could truly be anything — something as dire as a blockage in his gut, or as simple as the flu. You weren’t serious when you made that throwaway comment about there being a kid in his belly… it was only a stupid joke… but now, after seeing all of the futile exams that the doctors and nurses have run on Grayson, you’re convinced that you were right about the baby. It would make sense for him to be pregnant, honestly… the way you two have been fooling around these last few weeks, it wouldn’t be surprising. With the doctor gone to grab a last-resort pregnancy test, you’re hoping that there’s something else wrong with him — anything other than a baby — but until he pisses on that stick, you won’t know for sure. It’s a hard pill to swallow, the possibility of him actually being pregnant with your child, but if anyone’s to blame for such a mistake, it’s you. You did this to yourself… and now, your future rests on the topside of a plastic stick. All that you can do to ease your nerves is admire Grayson, as he sits idly on the examination bed… watch his movements, and stare down at his exposed feet. It brings you comfort, just looking at him… and, admittedly, a selfish part of you wants to burn a decent image into your brain, of the way he looks now, before he gets all big and miserable. He’s gorgeous… and he’ll make a good dad… you know it in your heart.
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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year
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✨His round little tummy!!!✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 11 months
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✨His feet are so gorgeous!!!✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 10 months
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✨The absolute obscene acts that I would perform on this man’s feet while he drink his tea!!!✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year
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✨I can’t decide where I want to start!!✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 9 months
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✨His troll feet🥰!!!✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year
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✨Man, his feet are gorgeous! How perfect can a single man be?✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year
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✨His big ol’ monkey feet🥰!!!✨
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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year
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✨What a nice job this must’ve been🤩!!!✨
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