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As soon as he walked into the room, his eyes were immediately drawn to her feet. She had all the time known that he had a thing for them, but it wasn’t until now that she realized just how much.

He took a step toward her, his eyes locked on her ankles. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw the intensity of his gaze. He reached out and took her foot in his hand, gently tracing the arch with his fingertips. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a surge of pleasure run through her body.

Slowly, he kissed his way up her foot, giving each toe a tender lick before moving on to the next. She couldn’t believe how good it felt and felt her desire building with each passing second.

As he reached her ankle, he looked up at her and gave her a wicked grin. “I want to taste you,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Without waiting for a response, he lifted her foot to his mouth and began to nibble on the flesh, savoring every ounce of pleasure he could discover. She gasped as she felt his tongue lapping at her skin, sending waves of desire through her entire body.

As he continued to work his way up her leg, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. She knew that this was forbidden, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed him, wanted him, and didn’t care about anything else.

Finally, when he reached her inner thigh, he stopped and looked up at her once more. “Do you want more?” he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.

She nodded, barely able to breathe.

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against her, his tongue working its way inside her as he swirled around her beaten mound. She moaned as she arched her back, every nerve ending in her body on fire.

As he brought her closer and closer to the edge, she knew that she was gonna come. But she also knew that this was gonna be something she would never forget – the forbidden thrills of a foot fetish affair that would fuel her fantasies for years to come.
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