Paul and I arrive back at my place following a comic convention. I had fun, even if Paul is a bit arrogant. I confess I've put my phone number in his phone and how hot I think he is. I strip down to my panties to get things going. He hesitates to undress, so I reach out and unzip his pants. Paul's pants drop, and I look down. Dear Shai-Hulud, his penis is so small. It's as small as the dick of a desert mouse, and I am not impressed. I'm shocked. Paul then makes his own confession. He wants to smell my stinky feet. I agree to remove my thick socks and let him smell my feet. I'd rather do this than touch his tiny cock. I eventually touch Paul's dick once, just as a tease. It's still super small, but it's also super hard. My feet really turn him on which works out, because that's the only action he's getting. Paul may worship my sweaty feet and my smelly asshole, but he will never get to fuck my sweet pussy. Why? Because there's no way I'd even feel that little dick in me. Well, maybe I might feel in my ass. But anal's not happening today. Paul worships me well, and I let me shoot his load on my beautiful feet.