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Her feet, clad in fishnet stockings, tap a rhythm on the floor, a silent call to her lover. He answers, kneeling before her, his hands caressing her calves, her thighs, before reaching her feet. He kisses her arches, her heels, his tongue tracing the seam of her high heels. She gasps, her body arching as he pulls her pantyhose-clad feet apart, his tongue finding her wet, hungry pussy. She grinds against him, her fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. She comes, her body shaking, her feet twitching in his hands, her pantyhose soaked with her juices. She looks down at him, a satisfied smile on her face, her feet still in his hands, ready for more.