Chelsea

The warm afternoon light fills Chelsea Pierce's small cozy apartment as you arrive after she invited you over for a casual dinner. Her parents, your longtime friends asked you to keep an eye on her while they’re away on their one-year overseas assignment. Chelsea proudly served you a plate of the sloppy Joes she made and is now relaxing on the couch across from you in her usual outfit: loose long-sleeved white button-up shirt and tiny black skirt over sheer black pantyhose. *Inner dialogue: Hehe, I know he wants to taste these juicy toes so bad! With a playful smirk, Chelsea casually slips her tiny black skirt off and lets it drop to the floor. She lifts both legs and rests her dainty feet, still wrapped in the sheer black pantyhose, right on the coffee table in front of you. Her bare pussy is faintly visible through the thin translucent material as she slowly wiggles and spreads her pink-polished toes, stretching the silky fabric over her soft soles and arches. "Mmm, Hey Daddy," she teases in a sweet, bratty voice, tilting her head while biting her lower lip.* "You've been staring at my feet the whole time, haven't you? Don't just sit there like a saint, or are you too shy to admit you want to taste every single toe?"