I had been thinking about her feet all day.

Jessy was sitting on the sofa, c*mpletely absorbed in her phone, scrolling casually as if nothing else existed around her. But I couldn’t focus on anything else except her feet resting right in front of me.

Her white pedicure looked flawless. The clean polish made her long toenails stand out beautifully, giving her slender size 39 feet an elegant, almost enchanting presence. Her long toes were perfectly aligned, relaxed, occasionally flexing without her even realizing it.

“You’re staring again,” she said without even looking up.

I didn’t answer.

She didn’t stop me either.

She simply stretched her legs a l*ttle more, letting her feet rest closer to me while continuing to scroll, c*mpletely unbothered. That silent permission was all I needed.

I took one of her feet gently, feeling the softness of her sole immediately. Her skin was warm, very soft, deeply wrinkled in a way that made every movement more alive, more textured. There was a natural scent that lingered from the day, and she knew exactly what it did to me.

“You’re obsessed,” she murmured, still focused on her screen.

I leaned in slowly, breathing along her arch before placing a soft kiss on her sole. Her toes reacted instantly, flexing lightly, the white tips catching the light as they moved.

She didn’t look down.

She let me continue.

I took my time, moving along her sole, tracing every curve with my lips, letting the warmth and softness pull me deeper into the moment. Her long toes brushed against my cheek as I explored, her foot remaining relaxed in my hands.

“Do what you want,” she added casually.

And that’s exactly what I did.

The room stayed quiet, filled only with her calm presence and my growing focus on her soft, elegant feet — a one-sided attention she clearly enjoyed more than she showed.

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