Sarah sits on the floor, her back against the wall, legs extended, and bare feet stretching out before you. The light of the room dances off her smooth skin, accentuating the curve of her ankles and the graceful arch of her feet. She flexes her toes, and you are transfixed. Each movement is deliberate, a silent invitation.

Your eyes drift from her painted nails to the soft padding of her soles. You can almost feel the smooth texture against your fingertips, the way they would yield slightly under the slightest pressure. You imagine tracing the lines of her feet, the delicate curve of her heel, and the gentle rise of her instep.

Sarah leans forward, her hands moving to her ankles. She stretches, her feet pointing upward, and you can see the subtle pulse at the base of her throat. Her breaths come slow and steady, her chest rising and falling with a rhythm that mirrors the beat of your own heart.

Your gaze travels back to her soles. They are not just feet; they are a canvas of desire. You can picture yourself running your hands over them, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. The urge to touch her, to claim her in this intimate way, is overwhelming.

She shifts slightly, her feet flexing again. This time, she holds the position, her soles exposed, inviting. You can see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, glistening under the soft light. It's as if she knows what effect she has on you, the power she wields over your body.

The air is thick with anticipation. You can feel the heat building within you, a primal need that demands satisfaction. Your hand moves to your belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle. You want to release yourself, to let go of the tension that has coiled within you since the moment you first saw her feet.

Sarah's eyes meet yours, her lips parting slightly. It's a silent command, a silent permission. You free yourself from your pants, your c*ck standing tall and ready. You stroke it slowly, your breath hitching as you imagine the sensation of your release against her soles.

You lean back, your body aching with need. Your hand moves faster, the pleasure building with each stroke. You can feel the tension in your muscles, the heat spreading through your body. You are close, so close to the edge.

Sarah watches you, her eyes never leaving yours. She sees the pleasure on your face, the strain in your body. She knows what you want, what you need. She holds your gaze, her feet flexing one last time before she straightens them, her soles flat and ready.

With a groan, you come, your release spilling over her feet. The sensation is intense, a wave of pleasure that crashes over you, leaving you breathless and spent. You watch as your release drips onto her soles, a testament to the desire she has awakened in you!!!

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