Go Fig

Your tongue glides between your plump toes without any rhyme or reason. Strong and round, they hold up to the licking well. You don't know which part is better: putting your tongue between those toes, or feeling that tongue between them. The moment your tongue retracts to moisten, Flamedramon pulls your toes up and slides the contraption closer. Your tonge drags up your mighty arches now; a single line of drool slies down to your heel.

Written by The Tickler

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