The night is young. Let it smolder.

No. You couldn't lose yourself now and break the spell. You put far too much time and effort into the fiasco already. With no small amount of effort, you manage to reign your libido back under control, at least for the time being. Focusing on those gorgeous mounds that were her cheeks, you angle your hands to cup along the underside of the swell, lifting and squeezing along that glorious border of her thighs. Feeling bold, you spread your fore and middle fingers apart and dip down between the cleft of her legs, tracing teasingly along the lips of her sweltering core yet taking careful precaution not to penetrate with one, two, three passes and more. She shudders at your touch, her breaths now coming out in labored pants. Good to see you weren't the only one steadily going mad with desire.

Now satisfied for the moment with her backside, you squeeze out another dollop of oil then continue your descent to her milkshake-thick thighs, first kneading one leg then the other, alternating back and forth until both were thoroughly slick and glistening though now you were met with a momentary problem. Enticing as the sight was, the lacy thigh-highs made for a poor material to be rubbed into the skin during a massage and so you began the arduous task of peeling them from her legs.

Circling around her, you line yourself up along the edge of the table and lean forward, planting feather-light kisses along her steadily exposed skin on one leg until you reached the pit of her knee which, as it turned out, was a surprising erogenous zone for her. Running your tongue along the skin for a few moments, you drink in the shudders and gasps she was making throughout this erotic experience until she shook with what you recognized as the onset of a small orgasm.

"Not yet," you whisper just loudly enough for her to hear as you pull away from the tender flesh.

She huffs with disappointment and frustration as you proceed to give her other leg the same treatment. Inch by inch the second stocking peels away to meet the first as the air grows thick with the heady aroma of vanilla and sex, mixing it into a potent aphrodisiac. You could feel your cock straining against the sweats, making even this loose article of clothing uncomfortably tight yet still you ignored your desires, focusing solely on her pleasure... that is... until you feel a nylon-clad foot snake its way up to your waistband.

It seemed Neo was done letting you control the pace after you left her hanging on the edge of release. Her second foot rose to meet the first though you made no effort to stop her, only continue your massage of her legs. Deftly gripping the elastic material between two toes, she then tugs it down low enough for her foot to slip inside. This time, it's your turn to moan with need as the silky and delicate sensation of her foot brushes along your shaft. Pleased to have found her prize, Neo tugs harder on your sweatpants, yanking them down to your thighs and freeing your shaft into the open, leaving her to grasp it between the arches of her feet.

You've felt manual stimulation before, first obviously with your hand then your ex-girlfriend's, and even shoved snugly between her thighs, but for some reason, Neo's languid footjob was sending you into a throbbing fit. She was ever meticulous with her strokes, gliding along inch upon sweltering inch that was your manhood. She'd alternate between even and uneven strokes, rolling along the face and arches, and finally gripping and kneading the head with her toes, and you kept your eyes glued to the entire experience. You were dripping with enough precum to rival even her arousal. In a **** effort to control yourself, you tear your eyes away from her busy soles only to find her staring back at you.

The smirk had returned in full **** and it's only now you realize she had distracted you enough to bring the massage to a (literal) grinding halt. Her eyes were half-lidded and smokey, filled with a lustful mirth at how easily she wrapped you around her little finger, a finger she currently gripped between her teeth. It made your pulse thunder in your ears and shaft, a fact she immediately picked up on as she quickened her pace. Her feet were now soaking with precum, the sheer nylons of her stockings matting to the skin. You wanted to cum... you needed to cum. The throbbing in your dick was becoming too much to ignore.

All at once her feet stop their movements with one tightly gripping your shaft between her big and index toes along your urethra and the other curled like a fist over your head. She stopped right before you tipped over the edge, just as you had done to her. She meets your hungry gaze with an innocent smile... and a playful wag of her finger. You-Damn was she skilled.

"Turn over," you manage to say with a shuddering voice after taking a moment to compose yourself, quelling the boiling in your balls.

She complies to your command, gently rolling onto her back to expose her front to you whilst putting on a show of kneading her considerable bust. At this moment you took a moment to appreciate the beautiful temple that was her body. Neo had that balance most women strove to achieve but only a handful succeeded in managing; tight skin along strong and coiled muscles without an ounce of body fat, yet still thick enough to perfectly fill out an hourglass figure. Maybe it was because she liked ice cream just as much as she liked perfecting her body? Did she even like ice cream or was that just a gimmick thought up by the fandom? Either way, you had more pressing matters to attend to, namely her feet... those damn feet.

Her left foot resumed its lazy stroking of your shaft, teasing it between her toes with enough lubrication to glide with ease, while her right slid up your abs, its own toes tracing along your chiseled physique as if mapping it out to burn into muscle memory. A quick glance at her winking pussy confirmed she was getting off on this just as much as you were. Her foot climbed higher now, this time inching up to your pectorals and creeping dangerously close to your nipples. She wouldn't... would she? You hardly had to wait for an answer as she, like with your dick, curled around a stiffened nipple with her big and index toes, and pinched.

"Holy shit..." you groan out loud to her delight.

She tweaks and teases the sensitive nub, drinking in your vocalizations with reckless abandon while the ever attendant foot on your tool began to pick up pace once more. A part of you wanted to take back the control she so elegantly snatched away, yet another more submissive part of you wanted nothing more than to continue letting her have her way. In a matter of moments, power had abruptly swapped hands. Were you even God right now or had she elevated herself to a Goddess? You damn near snap as one of her hands drops from her breasts and glides along her navel... to lazily stroke her pussy. You realized now that any lesser man would've long crumbled to her. She knew she was dangerous, and this time her foot wasn't slowing down.