Alya Goddess, the epitome of beauty and elegance, stepped into the apartment, her presence commanding attention. She was my long-lost friend, and I couldn't believe she had come to visit me. As she unfurled her legs from the car, revealing her perfect pedicure, I couldn't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach.
"So, do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asked, her voice as melodic as always. I hesitated for a moment, not sure what she had in store for us. She smiled knowingly, revealing her pearly whites, which only added to her allure.
We settled on the couch, our bodies close yet not touching. The TV flickered to life, displaying some romantic comedy on the screen. I couldn't help but notice how her skirt barely covered her thighs, teasing me with the thought of what lay beneath. As the movie progressed, I found myself drawn more and more to her feet, which were propped up on the coffee table.
I couldn't resist any longer; I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her smooth soles. She gasped, a mixture of surprise and delight in her voice. "A foot worship session, eh?" she teased, laughing softly. I nodded eagerly, unable to articulate my desire for her feet at that moment.
Without further prompting, she began to massage and caress my head, guiding my movements. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently as she directed me to kiss and suckle her toes. The movie became background noise as I lost myself in the sensation of her feet against my skin.
Suddenly, she pulled her feet away, causing me to look up at her in confusion. She wore a mischievous grin on her face as she held out a footjob video from Feet Goat. "I thought we could watch this instead," she purred, her voice full of promise.
As the video began to play, Alya narrated every step of the way, instructing me on how to properly worship her feet. She moaned in delight as I massaged her arches and kissed her toes. The anticipation built up within me, and when she finally gave the signal, I slipped my hands under her skirt, feeling the heat emanating from her core.
I began to rub her thighs, moving higher and higher with each passing moment. She moaned louder, her hips grinding against my hands, encouraging me to go further. With one swift motion, she straddled me, her glistening pussy hovering above my face.
"Make me cum with your mouth," she commanded, her voice full of lust. I obliged, lapping at her folds and tasting her sweet nectar. With each moan, she ground herself against my face, her perfect ass cheeks swaying back and forth in front of me.
Finally, she pulled away, gasping for air. She leaned back against the couch, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "Now," she said, a wicked glint in her eye, "it's my turn."
She flipped me over on the couch, grabbing a pillow to support her weight as she mounted me from behind. Her skirt remained bunched around her waist, providing an unobstructed view of her shapely behind and supple thighs.
She began to ride me, her hips grinding against my pelvis in a steady rhythm. I gripped her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. As she got closer to climax, she reached back, her fingers finding their way between my legs. She massaged my prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
With a final thrust, she cried out, her orgasm washing over us both. Her juices soaked through my boxers, leaving a telltale stain on the fabric. She collapsed onto me, their sweaty bodies intertwined, and we stayed like that for what felt like an eternity.
Eventually, she reluctantly pulled away, leaning down to place a soft kiss on my lips. "You're such a good foot slave," she purred, her voice still laced with satisfaction. She stood up, adjusting her skirt and smoothing down her hair.
With one last glance at me, she walked towards the door, her hips swaying enticingly. Before she opened the door, she turned back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "By the way," she said, her voice low and seductive, "if you want some more footage for your personal collection, you know where to find me." And then she was gone, leaving me with the lingering taste of her cum and the memory of her perfect feet.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched the door close behind her. For now, I would have to make do with rewatching the footjob video she left behind, imagining her feet wrapped around my cock instead. But who knew what the future held? Perhaps Alya Goddess would grace me with her presence again soon.
