Timofey's apartment was a mess, as usual, but Dima didn't mind. He loved coming over after class, reminiscing about old times and laughing at each other's jokes.
"Hey, foot fetishist," Timofey said, grinning.
Dima blushed, trying to deny it, but Timofey saw through his lies. "Oh, come on, Dima. It's just a joke."
Timofey put his feet up on the table, wiggling his toes in front of Dima. Dima's eyes were glued to Timofey's feet, and he couldn't help but stare.
"Do you want to kiss them?" Timofey teased.
Dima's face turned beet red. "No, of course not."
Timofey continued to push Dima's buttons, dangling the possibility of letting Dima worship his feet in front of him. Dima was torn between his desire and his embarrassment.
Finally, Timofey gave in and let Dima kiss his feet. Dima was hesitant at first, but as soon as his lips touched Timofey's skin, he was hooked. Timofey watched Dima with amusement as he lavished attention on his feet.
Dima started to get bolder, using his hands to massage Timofey's feet. Timofey moaned in pleasure, and Dima couldn't believe he was making his friend feel this way.
Timofey decided to take things to the next level and ordered Dima to take off his socks. Dima hesitated, but Timofey's commanding tone left him with no choice.
Dima removed Timofey's socks, revealing his bare feet. He couldn't believe how sexy they looked, and he couldn't wait to touch them.
Timofey ordered Dima to lick his feet, and Dima obeyed without hesitation. He licked and sucked on Timofey's toes, and Timofey couldn't believe how good it felt.
Timofey decided to take things even further and ordered Dima to worship his feet like a god. Dima was hesitant at first, but Timofey's dominance left him with no choice.
Dima started to worship Timofey's feet, treating them like the most precious things in the world. Timofey couldn't believe how far Dima was willing to go to satisfy his fetish.
Timofey decided to take things to the next level and ordered Dima to worship his feet while he masturbated. Dima was hesitant at first, but Timofey's commanding tone left him with no choice.
Dima watched as Timofey pleasured himself, his eyes glued to Timofey's feet. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be able to worship his friend's feet like this.
As Timofey reached his climax, Dima couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had never felt so connected to someone before, and he knew that this was just the beginning.
"Until next time, foot fetishist," Timofey said, grinning.
Dima blushed, but he couldn't help but smile back. He couldn't wait for their next encounter, and he knew that it would be even hotter than the last.
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