As the clock struck twelve on New Year’s Eve, I found myself giving a foot job to a man with a serious foot fetish. I wore my favorite shiny, high-heeled shoes, which made me feel powerful and confident.

I had met him at the party earlier in the night, and we had hit it off instantly. He had admired my shoes from across the room, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was intrigued. As the night went on, we found ourselves alone in a corner, and the topic of foot fetishism came up. I had never given a foot job before, but I was willing to try something new.

I kicked off my shoes, revealing my perfectly pedicured feet. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them. I could feel the power I held at that moment, and I knew I had him under my control. I started to stroke his thighs with my feet, feeling the muscles tense up under my touch. I could see the pleasure in his eyes, and it turned me on.

I wrapped my toes around his shaft and began to move them up and down. He let out a low moan, and I knew I was doing something right. I continued to work him with my feet, using different pressures and movements to bring him closer to orgasm.

It was a strange yet exhilarating experience, and I got lost in the rhythm of it all. The feeling of his hardness between my toes was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. And when he finally reached his climax, I felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

As we both caught our breath, he grinned at me and said, “Happy New Year, Sage. That was the best foot job I’ve ever had.” And in that moment, I felt like the sexiest MILF at the party.

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