Killian pulled Shyla's pants down, revealing her pink panty. The excitement was visible in his eyes as he grabbed her feet and started sniffing them.
"They are dirty, though," Shyla said.
"It doesn't matter; I'll clean them," Killian replied.
Killian licked Shyla's feet; he put them next to each other. He licked every toe, every inch—every part was wetted by his tongue. Shyla's feet were soft, although they were used to walking around the park and had not gotten washed—they smelled good and tasted great.
"You have delicate feet. I can't get enough of them," Killian said, making eye contact with Shyla while still licking her feet like some kind of never-melting ice cream.
"I didn't know my big brother loved feet that much," Shyla said. Her face was red due to embarrassment.
"I like everything about you." Killian's tongue started to travel from her feet down to her knees, licking every inch.