Angelo's patent leather shoes gleam under the light, reflecting the flashes of Adam's tongue as he licks them in a trance-like state. Adam eagerly takes in every inch of Angelo's slickly dressed appearance, from his perfectly tailored suit to his expensive watch and immaculately styled hair. The patent leather of Angelo's shoes gives off a faint but distinct smell of luxury and wealth, mixed with the musky scent of Adam's saliva as he fervently licks and savors the leather. His tongue glides smoothly over the cool, polished surface of the patent leather, feeling the slight texture of the mater...

Angelo's patent leather shoes gleam under the light, reflecting the flashes of Adam's tongue as he licks them in a trance-like state. Adam eagerly takes in every inch of Angelo's slickly dressed appearance, from his perfectly tailored suit to his expensive watch and immaculately styled hair. The patent leather of Angelo's shoes gives off a faint but distinct smell of luxury and wealth, mixed with the musky scent of Adam's saliva as he fervently licks and savors the leather. His tongue glides smoothly over the cool, polished surface of the patent leather, feeling the slight texture of the material and reveling in its smoothness. His hands also caress the leather, feeling the supple and expensive quality of it. Until he takes off the shoes and can start feeling his socks and smelling Angelo's feet. Now, it's the turn for Angelo, he has his eyes fixed on the shiny patent leather of Adam's shoes, meticulous and polished. As he removes them, the silkiness of Adam's socks catches the light, glimmering and smooth against his skin. The taste is a mix of leather, sweat, and a hint of Angelo's skin. Adam savors the unique flavor as he continues to worship Angelo's feet. It was a ritual of devotion, a sensual symphony of tongue and nose pressed to glossy leather, a primal act of worship as old as time itself.