The soft glow of late afternoon streamed through the living room window. On the couch, Britney sat with one leg crossed over the other, wearing an expression that made it clear she knew exactly the power she held. A tight bl*ck panty, a silky pink babydoll clinging to her fair, blonde body, and on her feet, a pair of elegant, provocative pink high heels .

Sabrina , kneeling before her, was silent. She wore a light bl*e sheer outfit , revealing every curve of her body. Her gaze was locked on Britney’s feet, as if that were the source of all her desire.

Britney extended one leg naturally.

“Smell it,” she said, her voice low and firm. “Start with the heel.”

Sabrina moved closer with reverence. She pressed her face to the pink heel and inhaled deeply. The scent was a mix of leather, perfume, and the subtle trace of Britney’s feminine sweat. It was addictive. She ran her tongue slowly along the edge of the heel, then placed a kiss on the sharp tip, full of worship.

Britney let out a soft sigh and uncrossed her legs.

Sabrina, trembling with restrained arousal, carefully removed the heel. A small, pale, perfect foot slid out. The bl*ck polish on her toenails contrasted beautifully with her light skin , the arch curved like sculpture , and the sole... soft, pink, velvety .

Sabrina pressed her nose to the sole and breathed in deeply. The scent of Britney’s skin mixed with the heat of the day left her dizzy. She slowly ran her tongue along the arch, then kissed the heel with pure devotion. Britney watched in silence, her gaze heavy with power and satisfaction.

Sabrina continued, smelling the entire foot. Then the second heel was removed, and she repeated the ritual with the other foot. Her hands caressed Britney’s ankles while her mouth explored every inch with precision. Each toe was sucked one by one , her tongue slid between them, and Sabrina’s expression was one of complete surrender.

Meanwhile, Britney thought:

“You were born for this. To be at my feet.”

Sabrina moaned softly, her eyes closed, as she continued l*cking, sucking, and kissing every centimeter. She could no longer contain herself—her body trembled with pleasure, her breathing grew faster and heavier.

The worship was so intense, so deep, that nothing else existed but the pink sole, the bl*ck-painted toes, the soft skin , and the hot scent of the woman she adored. And there, on the floor, at Britney’s feet , Sabrina knew—

this was exactly where she wanted to be

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