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What better way to worship a God?… well, an avatar to a God, then on one’s own knees, and this was a fact, Juliette knew all too well, so here she was on her knees, looking up at Marc with wide lustful eyes.
“Go on,” Marc’s voice is a low husk. “Lick it clean,” he says, pointing down at the dark leather of his shoe.
A small smirk spread across Juliette‘s face as Mark's words rang through her ears. She leaned down, bringing her face to the cold leather of his shoe, her pink tongue darting out, meeting the leather.
Marc smirks and outstretches his other leg between Juliet’s thighs, bumping the toe of his shoe against her, barely clothed cunt, the already soaked lace of her panties, leaving a damp, glistening spot on his shoe.
Juliette moans as the frigid leather rubs against her soaked pussy. She continues to lap at the leather of her lover's shoes. Suddenly, a sharp gasp escaped her as the round toe of Marc’s shoe found her clit. She moaned as Marc continued to rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I never said stop, Jules.” Her nickname is sweet on his tongue. He left out a soft chuckle as Juliette quickly went back to lapping at his shoe.
Juliette let out a groan as she licked the cool leather till it shone. She could feel Marc’s shoe move quicker against her as it grew slicker with her own juices. She can feel a pressure build slowly in her abdomen. It makes her wine, just the thought of finishing in such a degrading position. It’s enough to wrench a high-pitched moan from her throat.
Marc let out a chuckle as he roughly tapped his shoe against her clit. He chuckled at the small groan she let out; every small noise she made only served to harden his cock. He brought his hand to the button of his pants and began to pull his erect member from the confines of the rough material. He hisses as he’s exposed to the cool air of the room.
Juliet looks up, her tongue still laving over Marc’s shoe. She watches him through her lashes. He languidly strokes his cock lightly, bumping the toe of his shoe against her sensitive clit, a gentle reminder that her task has yet to be finished.
Juliette smirks and resumes her tongue leaves wet streaks on the leather. Her spit starts seeping down the sides of Marc’s shoe. Her jewel leaves a dark shine in its path. She presses a kiss onto the spit-darkened leather of Marc’s shoe.
“Fuck you look so perfect like this, Jules.” Marc’s words are a low husk. “Oh, Sunbeam, you’re doing so well.” his breath goes light and airy as he strokes his rock-hard member pre-cum beads out of the deep pink tip, keeping his strokes slick and fast.
Juliet grinds against the toe of Marc’s shoe, getting it soaked in her slick. She moans as she pushes her clit against his shoe. She quiets another moan by pressing another kiss to the now-wet leather of his shoe.
Mark let out a soft groan as he watched, Juliette coat his shoe in spit and kisses. He grinds the toe against that small bundle of nerves and chuckles as Juliet wines. He can see she’s close. Her form is wobbly, her licks are getting desperate, and her grinding is nonstop.
Juliette whines as her orgasm rapidly approaches. It’s almost embarrassing to be brought to her peak in such a way. She grinds her needy cunt onto Marc’s shoe. She can feel knots forming in her abdomen, twisting tighter and tighter as her sweet release gets closer and closer. It’s almost torturous.
“Keep at it, Sunbeam,” Marc moaned out, stroking his cock just a bit faster. “You look so perfect like this, Jules.” he watches her right and squirms as her orgasm approaches. The site alone has his balls drawing up and his cock throbbing, practically begging for release.
Juliette can’t hold it back anymore, especially not when Marc taps his foot against her clit, all at once, her resolve shatters, and she lets out one final squeal as she arches her back and squirts all over the fine leather of Mark’s shoe, thoroughly soaking it in her juices.
Marc let out a groan as his cock throbbed in his calloused palm. He threw his head back and let his orgasm wash over him. Thick, pearlescent beads of cum drip down his fist. He stroked himself through his orgasm, watching Juliette whine as the aftershocks of her orgasm. Hit her like a wave.
Mark leaned down and carefully lifted Juliette, his hold gentle, almost feather-like, as he carried her to the bed. He laid her against the pillows and carefully unhooked her bra, removing it for her comfort before toeing off his now-soaked shoes, removing his trousers, and then his shirt. And finally, joining his lover in bed, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Sleep well, Sunbeam,” Marc whispered in her ear before resting his head against her back and kissing up the outline of her spine, and falling into a deep slumber.
“Sleep well, my precious MoodKnight,” Juliet says with a small smirk before closing her heavy eyelids and joining her lover in a restful sleep