She sneaks in when she thinks you're asleep, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her silhouette. She kneels at the edge of the bed, her hands gently lifting your feet onto her lap. She's a devotee, a worshiper, and tonight, she's here to pay homage to your feet. Her tongue dances along your sole, her lips wrap around your toes, sucking gently. You can hear her soft moans, her pleasure intertwining with yours. She's a foot-fetishist, and you're her temple, her altar, her everything.