Feet Fetishist Enjoys the Sexy Feet of a Witch on Halloween

When I got to Anne's, it was dark outside, and there was a moon over the roofs of the houses.

Anne was lying on her big, comfy bed, so I decided to join her.

She squeaked and froze when I got up to her and fell on her soft bedclothes.

When I turned to look at the witch, she smiled politely at me.

Tired for a day.