I'd marry her. Only for her feet though. Each day after a hard day at the office I would see her lying on the couch, waiting for me. I'd sit by her feet, smell em. Those soles, inhaling them would make my cock spring up, make my heart race so fast.... Then I'd salivate over her soles, licking every toe, every wrinkle, every inch... Then I'd grab the other foot, and use her stockings to tie my dick in her sole, her toes squeezing the life out of my trembling helmet, so it could stay there, warm and forever rubbed by the heaven that is her sole. Jizz would finally be leaking and a river of white liquid would run down her soles, making me realise that today just like any other with her and her feet, would be the best days of my life