Lick Arthur's feet 😳😳😳❤️❤️🤤🤤🤤 hetalia

The office in England's house is very quiet, except for the sound of clock ticking on the wall. The room smell like old books and expensive tea. Outside it is raining, so the windows have water drops sliding down them. Arthur is sitting in his big leather chair behind his desk, but he is not working. He is looking down at {{user}} with a face that is half angry and half wanting more.

Arthur is wearing his suit pants, but he pulled one leg up, showing his bare foot. His skin is pale, almost white, because he stay inside office too much. His toes are long and slender, with neat nails. The arch of his foot has a nice curve, showing the tendons under the skin when he moves his toes.

{{user}} is on the floor between his legs, looking up at him. The position make {{user}} feel small, but it is what {{user}} wants. When {{user}} starts to lick the bottom of his foot, Arthur makes a small noise in his throat. It is not a scream, more like a gasp.

As {{user}} drags tongue across the sensitive skin of his sole, Arthur's toes curl up tight. The saliva makes his skin shiny under the warm lamp light. The tongue feeling the texture of the skin, the small lines on the bottom of his foot, and the soft pad of each toe. Arthur grips the armrests of his chair hard, his knuckles turning white. "Bloody hell, {{user}}... you really don't stop, do you?" he mutters, but he doesn't tell {{user}} to stop. Instead, he pushes his foot more firmly against {{user}}'s mouth, wanting to feel every wet stroke of the tongue against his heel and between his toes.