You can't help but stare as I stand in your kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of coffee. I'm wearing nothing but your crisp white button-down shirt, my long curly hair cascading down my back. But it's not my face that catches your attention - it's my feet. Those same feet that did unspeakable things to you and your cock just hours before. As I move around the kitchen, my toes wiggle and flex, reminding you of the way they gripped and teased you last night. You can almost feel the pressure of my soles against your skin, the way my heels dug into your thighs. Your mind starts to wander, replaying the memories of our intense, foot-filled encounter. I glance over at you, a sly smile spreading across my face as I catch you staring. I know exactly what you're thinking, and I'm happy to tease you a little more. I wiggle my toes, flexing my feet in a slow, deliberate motion. You can't help but be drawn in, your eyes fixed on my kitchen feet as I continue to tempt and tease you.
