Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 42: Getting Worshipped by Tina (R18)
The first rays of morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Tina’s luxurious bedroom, casting a soft golden hue over the tangled sheets. Sharon stirred first, her body still humming from the night’s indulgences, nestled against Tina’s warm form.
Tina’s arm remained draped over her waist, her soft cock resting limp against Sharon’s thigh.
The air carried the faint musk of their shared passion, mingled with the lingering jasmine scent that permeated the opulent space. Plush pillows cradled their heads, and the king-sized bed enveloped them in its silken embrace.
Tina’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Sharon’s gaze with a sleepy smile. "Good morning, beautiful," she whispered, her voice husky from sleep.
She leaned in for a gentle kiss, lips brushing softly before deepening just enough to reignite the spark. Sharon responded eagerly, her hand sliding up Tina’s back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine. But Tina pulled back slightly, her expression turning playful yet tender. "I want to take care of you today. Every inch of you."
"You are still not satisfied?" asked Sharon.
Tina shifted downward, her hands gliding over Sharon’s hips with feather-light touches. She guided Sharon to sit up against the headboard, propping pillows behind her for comfort.
The sheets pooled around Sharon’s waist, leaving her legs exposed. Tina knelt at the foot of the bed, her naked body lithe and inviting, cock beginning to stir as anticipation built. She took one of Sharon’s feet in her hands, thumbs pressing into the sole with firm, soothing strokes.
Starting slow, Tina massaged Sharon’s foot, kneading the arch to release any tension. Her fingers worked methodically, circling the heel before moving to the toes. She lifted Sharon’s foot higher, bringing it to her lips. Pressing a kiss to the instep, Tina’s tongue darted out to trace a wet line along the skin. Sharon gasped, the sensation unexpected yet thrilling. Tina’s mouth enveloped the big toe, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around it like she savoured a delicacy.
Sharon’s breath hitched, her free hand gripping the sheets. She already knew that one day Tina would do this with her. "Tina, it... feels weird," she gasped in delight.
Tina moved to the next toe, licking between them, her saliva leaving a glistening trail. She nibbled lightly on the pad of Sharon’s foot, teeth grazing without pain, just enough to send tingles up her leg. Tina’s hands joined in, one massaging the calf while her mouth continued its worship. She licked the sole from heel to ball, flat tongue pressing firmly, tasting the subtle salt of Sharon’s skin.
"Tina... that feels incredible," Sharon murmured, her toes curling slightly under the attention. Tina hummed in response, the vibration buzzing against Sharon’s foot. She switched to the other foot, repeating the ritual—kisses trailing up the ankle, tongue lapping at the sensitive spot behind the bone.
Her hands roamed higher now, stroking Sharon’s calves, thumbs digging into the muscles with gentle pressure. Sharon’s legs parted instinctively, inviting more.
Tina’s worship intensified. She trailed kisses along Sharon’s shin, her lips soft and insistent. Reaching the knee, she nuzzled the hollow, tongue flicking out to taste the crease. One hand slid up Sharon’s thigh, fingers splaying over the smooth skin, while her mouth followed suit on the other leg.
She licked long stripes from ankle to knee, savouring every inch, her breath hot against the flesh. Sharon’s pussy throbbed with arousal, wetness gathering between her folds as Tina’s devotion unfolded.
Positioning herself between Sharon’s legs, Tina lifted one foot to her shoulder, exposing more of the leg. She kissed the inner thigh, teeth scraping lightly, then returned to the foot, sucking each toe in turn. Her cock hardened fully now, bobbing with need, but she ignored it, focused solely on Sharon.
Hands massaged both calves simultaneously, squeezing and releasing, promoting blood flow that heightened sensitivity. Tina’s tongue explored the arch again, dipping into the curve, while her fingers traced patterns on the ankles.
Sharon moaned, her hand reaching down to touch herself, but Tina gently swatted it away. "Let me," she said softly, her voice commanding yet kind. She lavished attention on Sharon’s heels, biting down just enough to elicit a whimper, then soothing with licks.
Moving upward, Tina’s mouth reached mid-thigh, sucking on the tender skin, leaving faint red marks that bloomed like flowers. Her hands gripped Sharon’s feet, thumbs pressing into the balls, rolling them in circles.
The worship stretched on, Tina alternating between feet and legs. She massaged Sharon’s thighs now, fingers kneading the outer muscles before sliding inward, brushing close to her pussy without touching. Kisses peppered the shins, tongue swirling around the knees. Sharon’s body trembled, legs quivering under the relentless adoration. Tina took both feet in her hands, bringing them together to kiss the soles side by side, tongue lapping at the joined arches.
"Turn over," Tina suggested gently, helping Sharon onto her stomach. Now, from behind, she started at the ankles again, licking up the calves with broad strokes. Her hands parted Sharon’s legs slightly, allowing access to the inner legs.
Kisses trailed along the hamstrings, teeth nipping the flesh. Reaching the feet, Tina sucked the heels, her tongue probing the tough skin. Sharon pushed her ass up slightly, but Tina kept her focus lower, massaging the soles with oiled hands from a bedside bottle—smooth, warm oil that made everything slicker.
Oil dripped onto Sharon’s feet, Tina’s fingers spreading it, rubbing deeply into every crevice. She licked the oiled toes, the flavour mixing with Sharon’s natural taste. Up the legs, oil-slick hands glided, massaging thighs until Sharon writhed.
Tina’s cock leaked pre-cum onto the sheets, her arousal evident, but she persisted, worshipping with single-minded tenderness. She bit the calf muscle lightly, then soothed with kisses, her breath ragged.
After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Tina finally relented, kissing her way up Sharon’s back to her neck. "Your turn to drive me wild," she whispered, rolling onto her back beside Sharon. Sharon, flushed and eager, propped herself up, eyes locking on Tina’s erect cock—thick, veined, the head flushed purple with need. She straddled Tina’s waist first, but instead of mounting, she leaned forward, her full breasts dangling enticingly.
