Her tiny feet, bare and vulnerable, beckon me. I sneak in, heart pounding, eager to pay my respects. I stroke her feet, feeling her squirm as I massage her heels. She tries to resist, but I'm relentless, parting her toes, tasting her skin, my tongue darting between them. She gasps, her body tensing as I lavish attention on her feet, my own body aching with desire.