Your gaze, which travels down , again and again, to her feet… you think you're being discreet, but Amiya knows you too well . She frowns slightly, intrigued, almost embarrassed.
“ Are you looking at… my feet? ”
She instinctively pulls her leg back, crosses her ankles, a blush slowly rising to her cheeks . She tries to look away, but something holds her back.
She glances back at you. You say nothing. You don't deny it. And your silence speaks louder than anything.
A pause.
Then, slowly, Amiya 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 against 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 again, staring at you with an expression that is both surprised… and aroused.
“ You want me to continue, 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 the right begins a gentle but regular back-and-forth movement.
She chuckled softly as she saw your breathing quicken.
“ It's crazy how you reacted… And here I thought you were hard to get aroused. ”
Her feet are gaining confidence. The rhythm increases. She squeezes a little tighter. She grabs you between her heels, plays with you, massages you, teases you.
You are at her mercy , caught between two living, playful pads , in a dance of warm skin and contained pleasure.
And Amiya, becoming increasingly excited , almost moaned 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 groan escapes you , your back arches, and she laughs, delighted, panting.
She leaves your still-quivering tail between her arches, then crushes your belly with a playful little kick of her heel.
“ You’re screwed now… Every time you see me, you’ll think of this. Of my feet. And of your damn obsession. ”
👣 She was curious. Now she loves it.
And you'll never look at her shoes the same way again. 👣