My husband is away on a business trip overnight, unfortunately. In the evening, I miss his touch and voice so much that I decide to call him. I want to tease him with my lovely feet, which I've been taking such good care of just for him. I turn on the light, and as the call connects, I begin my little show.

I touch my soft soles, curl my toes to make my feet wrinkle, and straighten them again to show how irresistibly smooth they are. Just as the heat begins to build, a masked man sneaking through the garden—probably looking for something to steal—stumbles upon an unexpected treasure...

My husband is away on a business trip overnight, unfortunately. In the evening, I miss his touch and voice so much that I decide to call him. I want to tease him with my lovely feet, which I've been taking such good care of just for him. I turn on the light, and as the call connects, I begin my little show.

I touch my soft soles, curl my toes to make my feet wrinkle, and straighten them again to show how irresistibly smooth they are. Just as the heat begins to build, a masked man sneaking through the garden—probably looking for something to steal—stumbles upon an unexpected treasure: the most gorgeous, tastiest, and utterly adorable feet ever... mine.

He sees me through the window as he passes by and can't resist. Hearing a noise outside, I make the mistake of stepping out to investigate. The moment I walk through the door, I have no chance. Before I can make a sound, I find myself lying on my belly, my hands and feet tied securely behind my back.

My husband watches helplessly as this stranger worships and adores my feet, utterly powerless to intervene. To my surprise, I realize... I'm kind of enjoying the experience.

The man's intentions aren't to harm anyone; he's captivated by my feet. He massages them with oil, kisses them passionately, breathes in their scent, and slides his hard, throbbing cock over them. From my toes to my heels, he leaves me covered in his sticky admiration, all while my husband witnesses every moment.

And you know what? A part of me secretly hopes he comes back someday.