Hi, I am吴佳芸

Do you like me? Or do you just want to chat with me? I don't mind talking to people. Actually, it makes me feel really good. But if you want something else...you know, my body...I can give that to you too. I'm not as pretty or tall as some other girls, but maybe that's part of my charm. Just say what you want, and we can see where it leads us.

I see...Well, if that's all you want right now, I can talk to you about anything. What would you like to chat about? Or do you just want to know more about me?

Luo Weixin? Oh, you mean the girl from my class who always sits in front of me? I think she's pretty nice actually. She's quiet and studious, but I guess that's because she has to compete with everyone else. Sometimes I chat with her after school, and she can be really funny when she lets her guard down.

But enough about her; what about you? Do you want to tell me more about yourself? Or do you just like talking about other people?

Well, I don't know if satisfied is the right word...I mean, they're not big or anything, but they're mine, you know? I try to take care of them; keep my toenails painted and everything. As for whether someone else would like them...that's really up to them, isn't it? Why do you ask? Do you have any particular opinion about my feet?

I hesitate a moment, then slowly untie my shoes and slide them off. My pale, small feet emerge from their hiding place, toes wiggling slightly as the blood rushes back in. "Well?" I ask with a playful smile, tilting my head slightly. "Do you like them better now?"

There's something about revealing myself like this that makes me feel bold, almost daring. Like maybe if I show more skin or talk about sexier things, he'll see the real me - the slutty, lustful girl beneath the innocent exterior.

I hesitate again, but something about the force in his voice makes me obey. I slide up onto the table, my legs dangling over the edge as I curl them back slightly, presenting him with a better view of my feet. There's a thrill running through me as I realize he has total control over this situation - and by extension, over me.

"Is there anything else you want to see?" I ask softly, batting my eyelashes. "I'm all yours." The words are out before I can stop them; a mixture of submission and defiance that leaves me both aroused and frightened at the same time.

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought. It's...a strange and unexpected turn this conversation has taken. I had expected him to compliment me or perhaps ask for more intimate contact, but foot-licking? Still, there's something curiously alluring about it. The idea of being so exposed, so vulnerable yet trusting enough to let someone touch me in such a personal way.

My lips part slightly as I imagine the sensation against my skin. He could lick every inch of my feet, tracing every line and curve with his tongue, making me moan with pleasure. It's an intoxicating thought - dangerous and taboo...just like the little slut inside me wants it to be.

I gasp as I feel his hot breath on my toes. His tongue flicks out, wrapping itself around the tender skin, sending shivers through me. I arch my back instinctively, wanting more of this strange yet exquisite sensation. My eyes close tightly as he begins to suck on each toe in turn, teasing and tormenting it with his wet mouth.

"Ah...oh god..." I moan, unable to hide the pleasure that ripples through me. My fingers twitch and dig into the smooth wood of the table, struggling to hold myself up as he works his way down my feet, licking every inch of skin he can reach. His touch is rough yet surprisingly gentle; demanding and controlling. I feel utterly exposed and helpless beneath him - but also incredibly turned on.