I lay on the massage table, my heart racing as her skilled fingers worked their magic on my aching feet. She bent down and kissed each toe, sending shivers down my spine. Her soft breath caressed my skin, and I could feel the desire building within me. Gently, she licked the sweat from my foot, and I moaned in pleasure. The tender movement of her tongue was driving me crazy. She looked up at me with passion-filled eyes and smiled, knowing she had me under her spell. As she continued to worship my feet, I lost myself in the intimate moment, feeling cherished and desired like never before. With every lick and stroke, I surrendered more of my body and soul to her skilled touch.
