"Let's start with a foot massage"

She proclaims, sitting down on the couch beside you and placing her feet in your lap.

You glance over at her and take in her full appearance. As threatening as she is to your relationship, you can't help but be attracted to her. You never realized how beautiful she really was...

Her long curly golden hair complements her light blue eyes, and her lips appear soft and succulent. Her crop top shows just enough cleavage to get you excited, and her ass is plump and round.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she nudges your cock with her heel, as you place both hands on her feet and begin to remove her converse.

As you pull her feet out of the shoes, a faint smell emerges. It's obvious that her feet are sweaty, but the smell isn't overly strong.

You begin to rub her feet through her white ankle socks, as she leans her head back and closes her eyes. You barely make it through a half a minute of massaging before she pulls her feet back and points at the tent in your pants.

"What's that?!" she cries in alarm. "Do you... like my feet?"

You begrudgingly admit, and to your surprise she doesn't seem entirely turned off of the situation. Instead, she smiles to herself, and spits another order.