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As soon as he met her, he knew he was obsessed with her feet. He couldn’t take his eyes off them. He would stare for hours while she talked, and when she left the room, he would sneak a peek at them whenever he got the chance.

One day, when they were alone in his office, she took off her shoes and stretched her toes. He couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. She looked at him and smiled coyly.

“Are you one of those men who are obsessed with feet?” she asked.

He hesitated for a moment before nodding his head. She laughed and wiggled her toes.

“Well, you’re in luck, because I love having my feet worshiped,” she said, pulling her legs up onto the desk and propping her feet on his lap.

He looked down at her perfectly pedicured toes and felt his cock twitch with desire. She giggled when she saw the bulge in his pants.

“Looks like someone’s excited,” she said, tracing her fingers along his thigh.

He leaned down and kissed the arch of her foot, letting his tongue linger over her soft skin. She moaned and pressed her foot closer to his face.

“God, you’re good at this,” she breathed as he sucked on her toes.

They spent the next hour in a dizzying haze of pleasure as he worshiped her feet. He licked every inch of her toes and sucked on each one until she was writhing with pleasure.

When they were done, she looked up at him with a smile.

“You know, I’ve been looking for someone to satisfy my foot fetish,” she said. “I think I’ve found my match.”

He smiled back, already thinking about the next time he could worship her feet. He was obsessed with her feet, but it was a delicious sort of addiction. And he couldn’t wait to indulge in it again.
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