Your gaze, still and still, descending to her feet... you think you're being discreet, but Amy knows you too well . She frowns slightly, intrigued, almost embarrassed.
“ Are you looking at… my feet? ”
She reflexively pulls her leg back, crossing her ankles, the color slowly rising to her cheeks . She tries to look away, but something holds her back.
She glances back at you. You don't say anything. You don't deny it. And your silence speaks louder than anything.
A break.
Then, slowly, Amy brings her leg forward, plants her heel in front of you with a small, nervous movement... then another. She seems to hesitate. But she doesn't push you away.
“ Is that what excites you…? ”
Her voice is different. Softer. Curious. And a little shaky too.
She stretches her leg. Her foot brushes your knee. And then, she smiles.
“ You're really weird... but it amuses me. ”
She straightens up slightly, slides both feet against you, gently pressing them on either side of your hardened penis . She slowly moves them up, from the base to the glans, and back down, staring at you with a look of surprise... and arousal.
“ You want me to keep going, huh…? Look how hard you are, just with my feet. ”
Her toes curl slightly. The sole of her left foot rises with more pressure, while her right begins a gentle but steady back-and-forth motion.
She laughs softly as she sees your breathing quicken.
“ It’s crazy how you react… And I thought you were hard to get on with. ”
Her feet gain confidence. The pace increases. She presses a little tighter. She grabs you between her heels, plays with you, massages you, provokes you.
You are at his mercy , caught between two living, playful pads , in a dance of warm skin and contained pleasure.
And Amy, more and more excited , moaned almost in a low voice:
“ Come on, spit it all out… I want to feel you empty yourself between my feet… ”
When you come, it's brutal . A moan escapes you , your back arches, and she laughs, delighted, panting.
She leaves your tail still twitching between her arches, then crushes your stomach with a small, amused kick of her heel.
“ You're screwed now… Every time you see me, you'll think about this. About my feet. And your damn obsession. ”
👣 She was curious. Now she loves it.
And you will never look at his shoes the same way again. 👣