The man's hands were rough and calloused, but they felt good on her feet. He moved up to her knees, kneading the soles of her feet with a gentle touch. His thumbs dug into the bones and tendons, massaging

The man's hands were rough and calloused, but they felt good on her feet. She could feel his fingers kneading the soles of her feet, massaging them with a gentle touch. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as he worked his magic on her aching feet.The man's thumbs dug into the arch of her foot, pressing hard against the bones and tendons. He moved up to her toes, massaging each one individually before moving on to the next one. His touch was gentle but firm, leaving no doubt that he knew exactly what he was doing.As he worked his way up to her ankles, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Her body was responding to his touch in ways she never thought possible. She could feel herself getting hotter and hotter as he continued to work his magic on her feet.Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pleasure, he stopped touching her feet altogether. She opened her eyes and looked down at him in confusion, wondering why he had stopped when she was so close to climaxing. But then she saw it - a picture of a beautiful woman with long black hair wearing nothing but high heels and string bikini bottoms hanging from a hook on the wall behind him."You like that?" He asked with a smirk on his face as he got up from his knees and walked over to where she lay sprawled out on the bed. "I bet you do."