Maggie Gyllenhaal’s feet always seemed so inviting to me, from the first time I ever laid eyes on them. I imagined what it would feel like to have those long, slender feet entwine themselves around my body as I made love to her. I was so enthralled with the image of Maggie’s feet that I never noticed the time pass.
When we finally got together, my fantasies about Maggie’s feet came true. She stepped into the bedroom wearing nothing but a skimpy black nightgown, her long, toned legs coming out from underneath the hem. I could feel myself getting aroused just looking at her.
As I drew near, I got the perfect view of Maggie’s feet. The sight of those perfectly pedicured toenails peeking out from underneath the thin fabric of her nightgown made my heart flutter. I stepped forward, eagerly wanting to be closer to her.
Maggie allowed me to approach her and as I got close enough to touch, she stepped out of the nightgown, revealing her smooth, naked body. I wasted no time in taking in the full beauty of Maggie’s feet. Her toes were long and slender and her arches were high. I had never seen anything so perfect in my life.
I couldn’t wait any longer, so I knelt in front of her, adoring her feet with my hands and lips. I kissed her toes and ran my hands all over her feet, paying special attention to the sensitive areas around her toes and heels.
Maggie groaned with pleasure as I explored her feet. I was feeling a bit naughty as I licked along the sole of her foot and tickled her with my tongue. She moaned louder as I moved my way up, sucking and licking her toes.
When I had finally had my fill of licking and sucking on Maggie’s feet, I moved my way up her body, exploring every inch of her soft, smooth skin as I went. I kissed and licked her, tasting her sweetness and feeling her heat all over my body.
By the time I reached Maggie’s waist, I could feel my desire for her reaching its peak. I moved my hands down her legs and around her ass, squeezing and rubbing her flesh until she moaned in pleasure. I could feel myself trembling as I backed her up against the bed, ready to take her.
Maggie lay down on the bed and I straddled her body, taking her right foot in my hand. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her foot, feeling her pleasure increase with every stroke. I caressed and licked her toes and heel, driving her wild with desire.
As I moved to her other foot, I explored her body with my hands, taking in her curves and softness. I flicked my tongue around and between her toes, teasing the sensitive spots around her heel. Maggie gasped with pleasure as I moved back and forth, never getting tired of tasting her feet.
After some time, I moved my way up her body, kissing her neck and breasts, licking her nipples until they were hard and erect. I explored her inner thighs and slippery wetness, pushing two of my fingers deep inside her. Maggie moaned with pleasure as I worked her body, driving her higher and higher.
When I felt her body start to tremble and shake, I moved up and entered her with my hard cock. I thrust into her over and over again, increasing my speed and intensity with every thrust. Maggie moaned louder and louder until she was screaming out in pleasure.
We moved together in a perfect rhythm, our bodies becoming one as we reached our climax. As I let out a final moan and pulled out of her, Maggie’s body collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the pleasure.
I leaned down and kissed her sweaty forehead, not ready to let her go. There was something so special about the way Maggie Gyllenhaal looked and felt that I wanted to make sure I never forget this moment. I knew that the memories of her feet entwining around me as we made love would be forever etched in my brain.