Sand Hearts (2024 Cookie Crumbles Mothers Day Foot Fetish)


                                            “Here we are, darling! C’mon, we’ve waited a good while for this trip!”


                                            You ran as fast as you could to catch up with Cookie Crumbles, the two of you making your way onto a very out-of-the-way beach, far to the east of Baltimare. Since she offered to take you there, as a treat ‘For being such a good boy’ (her words), why wouldn’t you follow along?


                                            “Wooow, Cookie, this place is beautiful! It’s really true? No one comes out here?” you replied, panting slightly and putting down a cooler full of supplies. Supplies you knew you would need.


                                            Soon.


                                            “Not a chance, honey. It’s just gonna be you and me!” the plump pink mare answered, placing down an umbrella and quite a large towel.


                                            She wasn’t wrong. It had taken a while to make your way out here, and neither of you had seen a soul. Plus, you were surrounded on three sides by some rather convenient cliffs.


                                            Cookie knelt down next to you, tickling your chin gently and biting her lip. “And you and I have ALL day…I hope you’re all ready, hun.”


                                            She always knew how to put you under her spell.


                                            Not long afterwards, Cookie stood back up, and in her typical carefree fashion, threw off her blue visor and the sundress she was wearing. The red bikini underneath hugged around her deliciously curvy body, capturing your undivided attention while she stretched her arms upward, winking playfully.


                                            Your jaw dropped and you could feel drool forming at the corner of your mouth. She knew you liked her. How could anyone not want to get closer to someone so beautiful?


                                            Cookie certainly knew her way around you well, because she decided to kick off her flip flops just as casually as her other clothing, curling her beautiful pink toes in the sand. She put a hand on her hip and walked behind you when she realised you were in even more of a trance than before, giggling.


                                            “Aren’t you gonna join me here or am I gonna have to be the only one having gettin’ relaxed today?” she said, placing her hands on your shoulders.


                                            You grinned, pulling her hands down off your shoulders and locking fingers with her briefly. “You don’t have to tell me twice…”


                                            Letting go of Cookie’s soft hands, you made haste with getting rid of your shirt and your own flip flops. You could swear that you saw her tongue slide over her lips briefly, but you decided not to get flustered again. You knew you were going to have a job to do.


                                            Your curvy companion laid herself face down on the large towel, her head in her arms. “I wish there was a handsome man around to help me out with my sunscreen…”


                                            You chuckled, grabbing the nearby bottle of lotion and squeezing some of it over her back. Getting on your knees above her, your hands began to work the white fluid into her soft, delicate skin, earning you some rather satisfied moans from her.


                                            Your hands worked themselves over her arms, her shoulders, and her upper back. Gently, they massaged her middle and lower back next, slowly beginning to knead her plush behind.


                                            “Ooh! Gettin’ a little handsy? What’re you doing that for to an old lady like myself?” she laughed. She always just wanted to hear your response. It was the same every time.


                                            “Old…the only thing that’s old around here is the idea that you’re not the hottest woman around,” you replied with a grin, your hands working over her thighs and calves.


                                            Cookie blushed and giggled, her heart beating slightly faster. She always loved to hear what you had to say.


                                            You decided to reward yourself for being such a smooth talker, grabbing the bottle of sunblock once again. You took Cookie’s bare feet in your hands, and slowly but surely poured copious amounts of white fluid over her pedicured soles, between her pink toes, over her heels.


                                            “That’s right, honey. Lots of sunscreen. Don’t wanna get sunburn, right?” she cooed, curling her toes and rubbing her soles together, ever so slowly. So gently. Like they were asking for something.


                                            “R-right…” you stammered, at a loss for words at such a display. But that didn’t stop you from beginning your work on her now-lotioned feet, your thumbs pressing firmly into the soft bottoms.


                                            “Ahhnn…what d-did I ever do to deserve such a talented young man, treating me so right,” Cookie cooed, rolling herself onto her back. You kept hold of her flexing feet, locking your fingers between the toes to spread the sunblock more effectively.


                                            Her eyes closed as you crossed the feet over one another, moving them to rub against one another. Her soles and toes had been completely covered in sunscreen by that point, but you didn’t allow that to stop you from working over them.


                                            Quite some time had passed. Your full-body massage had thoroughly been enjoyed by Cookie, but nothing had kept her more relaxed than your focus on her rather pampered pink soles. Relaxed enough for her to close her eyes, and eventually slip into a peaceful slumber.


                                            You felt ashamed of your actions next,  but you weren’t able to resist the temptation. You placed a couple grains of sand on your curvy partner’s leg, just to be safe…and when you realised she was too deeply relaxed to wake up, you began to pile lots of moist sand on her as carefully as possible, handful by handful, until her entire body was covered with the stuff.


                                            The only parts of her visible were her head, and her lotioned feet, kept close together. The soles sparkled slightly in the light of the sun, her toes splaying slightly in her sleep.


                                            And they were all yours, at your mercy.


                                            You wanted to wait for Cookie to wake up, but she was a rather heavy sleeper. So against your stellar moral code, you listened to the devil on your shoulder and dragged a single finger up her right sole, then down. Up, then down.


                                            Her sole curled up as her body began to stir. But to you, she was just ASKING for more. So you started to skitter your fingers all over the right sole, your other hand holding the back of it to keep it still.


                                            “MmmmmhmhmhmhahaAHAHAHA ANOHOHON?!? WHAT DID YOU D-EEEHEHEHE!!” she shouted, her eyes popping open. Her body wriggled and struggled against the weight of the sand, but to no avail. All her feet were able to do was thrash back and forth, rubbing together in a futile effort to defend themselves.


                                            All that was doing was enticing something of yours, something that could quite easily join in on the slick, lotioned fun…


                                            “Oh come on, Cookie, I’m going easy on you! Surely you could’ve seen this coming?” you chuckled, placing all of your fingers against each of her toes.


                                            “Hah…hah…sand buried tickling? Could you BE more cliche, hon-“ Cookie immediately crumbled under the sensation of all of your fingers dragging all the way down to her heels, howling with laughter. It certainly didn’t help that the sunblock she had you apply was working against her, making it easier than ever for your fingers to skate across the curvy bottoms of her feet.


                                            “You asked what you did to deserve such a young man? Well, you COULD try to hold these pretty, soft feet of yours more still…oh well, one can but dream!” you teased. You clasped your thumb and forefinger around her two big toes, effectively locking them together so your other hand could scratch into her arches, and continue exploring her soles unopposed.


                                            “That’s right, sweetie, let it out…remember, no one is gonna hear you!” you said, gleefully scritching between her pink toes.


                                            Cookie shrieked and thrashed around in her sandy bindings, her silky feet continuously struggling against the grip of your fingers to try and shield themselves.


                                            Her laugh. Her captivity. Her well-kept, sensitive feet. Slowly but surely, you were less and less able to focus on keeping her feet still to endure your torture, and more so on taking care of a burning desire of yours. One that such a stunning pair of captured feet sang to, and one that Cookie knew of very well.


                                            You were finally unable to control your affinity for the pair of feet in front of you, undoing your bathing suit and tossing it away, carefree as Cookie did her sundress. Both of your hands grabbed onto the backs of her feet while she gasped for breath, and you scooted forward to press your throbbing member against her tender left sole. You let out a loud, lustful moan, causing the tired Cookie Crumbles to perk up considerably.


                                            “Are you done tickling a lady without her permission, Anon? I hope I’m gonna get an apology rub after this, honey…” she said, weakly. Seeing the fiery lust in your eyes as you worked on relieving yourself, Cookie crossed her feet over one another to more firmly grip your leaking length. She used what little leeway she had, given the sand around her ankles, to slide her slick feet around you.


                                            “That’s right hun, let it out, remember, no one is gonna hear you…” she teased, gripping your dick between her big and second toe, while using the other lotioned foot to stroke the side in circles.


                                            You couldn’t hold on much longer. Cookie always had a way of getting you to let go within seconds. She was actually going easy on you this time, teasing you and pushing you instead of forcing you.


                                            Unfortunately, the sudden tight embrace of her slippery, shiny soles proved to be too much for you to handle. You cried out softly, thrusting up between the arches with ease, your load splattering over her toes and leaking down onto the sand. Much of the rest of your essence landed on the sides of her feet, and she ensured to separate the soles slightly to catch all of the remaining seed.


                                            Cookie giggled from her captive position, ever so slowly rubbing her cum-covered feet together, playing with what remained between her toes for you to see.


                                            “Naughty messy Anon…Mama’s feet were too much to handle?”


                                            You managed to recover a bit of your strength to nod, grinning weakly and blushing. “Y-Yes Cookie…”


                                            “Good, honey. Now I hope you’re planning to dig me out and properly apologise. Because, dear Anon, our little vacation’s just getting started…”