The party hummed around me—laughter, clinking glasses, dim lights casting long shadows across the crowded room. I stood near the edge of the dance floor in a sleek dress that hugged my curves, but my real statement was lower: big chunky high mules that clicked softly with every shift of my weight. My pedicured toes peeked out, nails painted deep red.

I caught the camera lens pointed my way from across the room. You. Again. I smirked, locking eyes with it as I slowly crossed one leg in front of the other, letting the mule dangle teasingly from my toes.

“Looks like someone’s obsessed,” I murmured low enough for only the mic to catch, my voice playful. “Can’t stop staring at my feet, can you? Naughty boy.”

Glancing around to ensure the other guests were distracted, I slipped behind a tall decorative screen. Hidden from view, I lifted one foot toward the camera. The mule slipped off easily, revealing my smooth, arched sole. I flexed it slowly, toes spreading then curling, the soft skin glowing under the low light. I traced the sole with a fingertip, then pressed it closer, almost brushing the lens.

“Like this?” I whispered, switching feet. Both mules now off, I displayed my bare soles side by side, wiggling my toes invitingly. “All for you.”

Heat built inside me. I peeled the dress down my body, letting it pool at my ankles, standing nearly naked. My hand slid between my thighs, then wrapped firmly around my hardening c*ck. I stroked slowly at first, eyes on the camera, biting my lip as pleasure rose. My feet stayed prominently in frame—flexing, pointing, soles presented like an offering.

Faster now, breath ragged, I pumped my shaft, moaning softly. The *rgasm h*t hard. Thick ropes of c*m spurted across my bare soles and toes, warm and glistening. I milked every drop, rubbing the head against my messy feet, spreading it over the soft skin.

I smiled at the camera, breathless. “Hope you enjoyed the show.”

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