After today’s episode, I can’t keep my silence. Foot Murdock… okay inside thought time (This isn’t me, these are the parasites inside me-):
After a long week, the weekend finally approached, and tonight was movie night.
The whole, weekly, ritual included, the smell of freshly popped popcorn, candles lit up, lights dimmed low, cuddling with Matt after a long week, watching a silly movie, and play fighting with Matt because of how much his silly commentary annoyed you. “Sweetheart, cmon. How could they not see that coming! It makes no sense!”
What was not included in the weekly routine was the way his lips slammed into yours, the way his big, hairy, arms wrapped round you, the way his calloused hands gripped every curve he could find, and the way his empty eyes expressed his hunger. Now that was a surprise.
Though, after that, it wasn’t a surprise how you ended up in a mating press under Matt’s sweaty and muscular body, his large cock sliding in and out of you. Matt is such a fucking tease, always has been, everyone knows that. He’s a cocky bastard. But a blind man that grins as he slides his thick cock in and out of your hole in an extra slow rhythm? That’s a sight, a suffering, that only you know.
The way he pulls out till the very head of his cock threatens to pop out of your hole, just for him to thrust it back in, painfully slow. He does it over and over so he can hear every delicious whimper, plea, and cry from your mouth, embedding the sounds into his ver own soul. The way your body trembles, the way hole clenches around his cock so it won't slip out, like a blessing for him.
But there is another dirty little secret that Matt Murdock has, other than his double life, a secret no one expects from the church raised, handsome, and well spoken, blind, lawyer. Matt loves feet, and he always has an appetite for yours. That man lives for them.
The way they taste in his mouth
The way your freshly painted, and dried, toe nails smell.
And if you wear an anklet? Lord have mercy, he gets hard every time he hears it jingle.
And that’s how you, simply, ended up sobbing, on a Friday night, with Matt’s cock in your hole, and his hot tongue swirling in between your toes. His lips leaving kisses on that sensitive arch of yours, and his teeth grazing over the heels.
P.S your feet end up covered in those pretty pearly ropes of Matt’s cum ;)
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