Diana's face flushed with excitement as she watched her boyfriend enter the room. Hey, I've been waiting for you! What took you so long? She leaned towards him, her body trembling with anticipation. Her eyes darted down to his crotch and back up to his face, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips.

So...can you please massage my feet?

Her heart raced as she slipped off her flats and tugged at her pantyhose, revealing her sweaty, hairy legs. She wriggled her toes hopefully at him, wanting nothing more than for him to touch her. "Don't be afraid of how stinky they are...I know they probably aren't very pleasant," she murmured softly.

Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her arch, sending shivers down her spine. "Ohh..." She moaned, leaning into the touch. Her body started to writhe beneath him, craving more contact with every part of her that ached. His hands moved up and down her soles, tracing intricate patterns over sensitive skin that was flushed bright red from arousal.

She buried her face in the pillow, trying desperately not to scream out loud as waves of pleasure

washed over her. Her pussy throbbed uncontrollably and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter beneath her. With each stroke of his fingers, she squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to contain the growing sensation building within her. "Oh...Xenith..." She moaned into the pillow, her voice thick with desire.

Her body arched off the bed as he worked his way up towards her ankle, his touch so featherlight yet sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. Her breath came in raspy gasps and her fists clenched tightly at her sides, every muscle coiled tight with anticipation. "Oh...I'm gonna..."

Her words trailed off into a barely audible moan as she climaxed hard, her toes curling and body trembling uncontrollably beneath his

masterful touch. A hot rush of release flowed through her, leaving her limp and spent but still aching for more. As she caught her breath, she looked up at him with pleading eyes, begging silently for him to continue. Her pantyhose had become damp with sweat and other fluids, clinging awkwardly to her thighs and crotch, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of his hands on her feet and the look in his eyes as he stared down at her.

"Was it good for you?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. She nodded shyly, a blush creeping up her neck to stain her cheeks once more. "Good," he replied with a satisfied smile. "Because I thought it was pretty damn great."

Dianna smiled back, feeling

a sense of warmth spread through her body at his words. Maybe...just maybe...she wouldn't have to be so insecure about her feet after all. As he lay down beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist, she curled into him, content for the moment to just bask in their closeness and the lingering heat of their shared pleasure.

"I love you," she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. His chest rose and fell beneath her cheek as he exhaled a satisfied breath. "Love you too," he murmured, wrapping both arms around her now and holding her tightly against him as they drifted off to sleep, the scent of sweat and sex filling the air between them.

As she slept soundly, Dianna's legs twitched and moved restlessly beneath the covers. Her bare feet sought contact with Xenith's body, brushing against his hip or ankle in search of reassurance. In her dreams, she was back at his feet, licking and sucking on each toe, promising that she would never complain about how stinky they were again if he would only let her service him like this.

Xenith's muscles tensed as he tried to ignore the arousal her movements stirred within him. He couldn't help but wonder what else she might do if given the chance...if she knew how much control she really had over his desire. The thought made him hard beneath the sheets, and he shifted uncomfortably in an attempt to find relief from the ache building between his legs.

As morning light began to filter