Naomi Odagiri stared at the obsession in Fei-yu's eyes, her heart swelling with satisfaction. She slowly dragged her silk-clad foot up his abdomen, the only sound in the quiet room being the "shasha" of silk sliding against his clothes and the heavy rhythmic thumping of their hearts.
The mature beauty lingered on Fei-yu's chest for a moment, getting her revenge for his earlier teasing of her "snowy peaks." Her toes continued their ascent, passing over his prominent Adam's apple and his sharp jawline, finally coming to a stop at the corner of his mouth. She playfully traced small circles with her big toe.
Feeling the warmth against his chin, Fei-yu inhaled sharply. A faint, intoxicating scent wafted into his nostrils. He looked down, his burning gaze fixed on the long, elegant toes encased in pink silk. There was no reinforcement at the tip—a minor disappointment, but it meant the lavender nail polish was clearly visible through the thin fabric, adding an ethereal, fairy-like charm to her feet.
Fei-yu leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss onto her big toe. He then grabbed both of her feet with his hands, pulling them together right in front of his face for closer inspection. Even though he had seen these beautiful feet many times, he was captivated every single time.
Under the pink silk, the flesh of her instep looked almost translucent. He could clearly see the faint blue veins branching out like mountain streams—majestic yet delicate. He held her heels in one hand and traced the veins with the other, feeling the smoothness of the silk and the tenderness of the flesh beneath.
Driven by a sudden surge of passion, Fei-yu raised her feet until the soles were pressed against his cheeks. He rubbed his face frantically against the warm, silk-covered soles, inhaling her scent in deep, greedy gulps. After several minutes of this worship, his mouth began to water uncontrollably.
He focused back on her toes. He checked them carefully, ensuring they were pristine before he began his "meal." Her toes were bright, healthy, and perfectly clean. He opened his mouth wide and greedily took all five of her toes in at once.
"Mmm..." As her toes were engulfed by his warm, wet mouth, Naomi could no longer restrain herself. A seductive, high-pitched moan escaped her lips. Her reaction only made Fei-yu's tongue more active. He swirled his tongue around each toe, undeterred by the thin barrier of the silk stockings.
Naomi's eyes were glazed with pleasure. She instinctively reached out her hand, and Fei-yu, sensing her intent, interlocked his fingers with hers. The silk of her gloves was just as smooth as her stockings. She didn't let him do all the work; she proactively arched her feet, rubbing her insteps against his face.
Fei-yu was in heaven. He spent a long time meticulously licking and sucking every inch of her first foot before moving to the other. By the time he was finished, the thick pink silk was drenched and darkened by his saliva.
"Naomi-san..." Fei-yu whispered, looking at the flushed, radiant woman.
She flicked her eyes up, her gaze shimmering with lust. "Help me," Fei-yu rasped, his voice thick with suppressed urge.
"Move back a little, Brother. It's easier for me that way~" her voice was dripping with temptation. Fei-yu followed her instructions blindly, positioning himself so her beautiful feet had full access.
Naomi raised her feet, the toes wiggling. She could feel the stickiness of his spit and the slight chill as it evaporated. She then pressed her somewhat cold feet against his burning "furnace." The chill vanished instantly, replaced by a searing heat.
"Sss~" Fei-yu hissed in pleasure, kneeling on the sofa with his back arched. Her feet clamped around his shaft like the buns of a hamburger. Naomi began to move her feet up and down the length of him with tireless precision.
Fei-yu closed his eyes, focusing every nerve on that single point of contact. The combination of the smooth silk and his own lubrication made the friction nearly non-existent. Naomi was a veteran at this; she knew exactly when to apply pressure, when to be light, and when to speed up.
She knew Fei-yu was a beast; the first round usually took at least forty to fifty minutes. In their first few encounters, she had worked herself to exhaustion just to make him cum, only to find that it was just the beginning. She had once passed out after ten rounds while he was still standing tall. Since then, her stamina had improved significantly through their "training."
Time blurred. As he reached the precipice, Fei-yu grabbed her feet. He let out a low growl and thrust hard against the silk, burying himself between her soles as he erupted. He spent a full minute twitching in her grasp, feeling lighter but mentally euphoric.