<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">“If you don't like it, then why are you still hard. You're such a liar. Men who don't like it lose there erections fast. You though. You enjoy this. You want me to keep going.”She slowly smoothed the pads of her feet along his thigh, just barely making contact with his bulge. With a thought, the button and zipper undid themselves as if invisible hands were involved, gently slipping him from his confinement. His cock strained against his boxers, no doubt wishing to take a breathe of fresh air instead of being smothered with cloth. “Oh  my. You look bigger than usual.”She snickered, moving her right leg and ran the pad of her foot against his cloth covered dick, her toes curling slightly over the tip. “Still hard. You like this you little liar.”<br/>
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She chuckled, moving her foot up and down his erection. Amelia herself was already nice and wet, but unfortunately, this was suppose to be a punishment, so she couldn’t very well take pleasure herself, though this was pleasure enough. “Your throbbing against my foot. Does your dick like my pretty, stocking foot?”She asked, nudging him gently. “Just say you like this and I'll make this easier for you. I won't delay any longer and make you feel good.” She moved her other foot, rubbing the pad of that one against his erection, teasing him more until she hooked the waist band of his boxers with her toes, tugging on it until she exposed him. The head glistened, a tiny little dew drop of white collected at the very tip. She wanted to lick it off, but restrained. Amelia has such a twisted personality.<br/>
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Amelia rubbed the tip of him with her big toe, feeling the moisture on her stocking. “Your dick is quite honest with itself, unlike you.”</span>