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He fumbled with the silk knot, his fingers clumsy with reverence and arousal. He folded the deep crimson tie into a precise square and placed it on the floor.

He bent lower, pressing his forehead to the cool, polished wood of the floor. Then, he took her right foot in his trembling hands. He began with his lips, a whisper of a kiss on her instep. He could feel the latent strength in the tendons beneath the skin. He kissed again, firmer this time, trailing his mouth along the ridge of her arch, breathing in the clean, human scent of her—soap, a trace of the leather from her boots, and the faint, unique pheromone that was simply Anya . Femdom Foot Worship Russian Under Feet Added

He crawled the final few meters, the plush carpet soft under his knees. He stopped when his face was a breath away from her crossed feet. She wore no slippers, no socks. Her feet were bare, powerful, the result of years of martial arts training. The arches were high, the toes straight and strong, the skin smooth but calloused at the heel. They were not dainty. They were anchors. He fumbled with the silk knot, his fingers

He swallowed. “Yes, Anya. I was wrong.” Then, he took her right foot in his trembling hands