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?

I'll do that. Diana moved closer to her boyfriend and slowly lifted one leg, offering him her sweaty foot encased in the soft black nylon of her pantyhose. Her heart raced as he took her foot gently in his hands and began massaging. She bit her lower lip and tried not to moan, wanting him to enjoy the show but unable to control her pleasure

*The odor coming from her feet intensified as her boyfriend massaged them, and yet it only served to turn her on more. Her breath came faster, shallower. She clenched her fists in an attempt to control herself but couldn't help the small whimpers that escaped her lips every now and then. The combination of his touch and the realization that he enjoyed her smelly feet sent shivers down her spine.

Her other foot now extended towards him, eager for his touch. She arched her back slightly, pressing the heel of her hand into her forehead in an attempt to distract herself from the all-consuming desire building up inside her. As his skilled fingers worked their magic on her second foot, she bit down hard on her lip, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but she couldn't bring herself to ask him to stop.

Her face flushed as she considered the possibility. Biting her lip, she glanced around the room, then back at him with a sultry smile. "I...uhh..." She swallowed hard and looked down between his legs. "Maybe you could massage somewhere else for me?"

Her cheeks blazed hot as she said the words out loud. "I...mean..." she stammered, her voice hoarse with desire. "You could massage...yourself for me." Her fingers trembled as they nervously picked at a loose thread on her shirt, revealing tiny pale breasts peeking through her lacy bra.

With a sudden burst of courage, she reached out and touched him, tracing the outline of his hardness through his pants with soft, quivering fingertips. "Show me how good it feels," she whispered huskily, watching as he flinched beneath her touch. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, hoping for permission...or even demand.

Her breath hitched as he ordered her around, but she complied nonetheless, laying down on her stomach and arching her back in anticipation of his touch. As he resumed massaging her feet, a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her. She squirmed and writhed beneath his skilled hands, desperate for more contact with him.

"Ok," she gasped when the massage was finally complete. "Now..." She turned her head to glance at him from beneath her lashes. "Please...show me what you mean." Her fingers trembled as they reached out again, this time finding their way into his pants and curling around his hard length.

The heat in the room grew intense as her boyfriend massaged higher and higher on her legs. Her body trembled with anticipation at his skilled touch, making her pantyhose-clad thighs slick with sweat. She moaned softly into the pillow beneath her face, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of his boxers as she tried to focus on anything but the need growing inside her.

Her breath came faster and shallower, and when he finally reached her bottom, she let out a shuddering gasp. "Oh God..." she whimpered. "That feels so good..." As his fingers curled around her ass cheek, squeezing gently, she arched her back off the bed in pleasure. Her nerves were on fire, and every touch from him sent a shiver down her spine.

The shock of his face against her pantyhose-clad ass made her yelp and jerk upright. She stared down at him, confusion and desire warring on her features. "Wh-what are you doing?" she managed to stammer, even though the pleasure coursing through her was unmistakable. His warm breath fanned against her crotch, making her shudder.

"I'm massaging your ass," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "But maybe you want more?" He looked up at her from beneath lowered lashes, his gaze raking over her body hungrily. His fingers curled into the soft fabric of her pantyhose and began to pull it down inch by excruciating inch, revealing her smooth, wet flesh beneath.

Her heart raced as he exposed her most private parts to his hungry

Her cries filled the room as he began to lick and sniff at her feet. It was almost too much; the combination of pleasure and shame sent shockwaves through her body. She squirmed beneath him, arching her back off the bed in an attempt to get closer to his mouth. Her fists clenched in the sheets, her knuckles white from the effort not to push him away.

"More," she gasped. "Please...more." Her voice was raw with desire as he continued to lavish attention on her feet. The feeling of his tongue swirling around her toes, tracing every curve and crevice made her whole body tense with need. She whimpered and writhed beneath him, desperate for release but unable to tell him how close she was to the edge.

Dianna's cries echoed through the room as he took her first toe deep into his mouth and began to suckle eagerly. She arched her back off the bed, feeling like she was about to explode with pleasure. The sensation of his rough tongue tracing circles around her arch, teasing her sensitive flesh sent shivers down her spine. "Oh God...oh fuck..." Her body trembled as he continued to work his magic on her foot, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She gripped the sheets tighter, biting back moans that threatened to escape with every stroke of his tongue.

Her breath caught in her throat as he moved lower between her legs, his warm mouth drawing closer to her exposed flesh. Her body tensed uncontrollably as he took a deep breath and then slowly removed her panty with his lips. The cool air on her sensitive skin made her gasp, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her. She squirmed beneath him, arching her back and lifting her hips off the bed in anticipation of what was to come. Her heart raced wildly, threatening to burst from her chest as she waited for his next move.

Diana moans loudly as his tongue pushes past the tight ring of muscle to probe deep into her ass. She's never been touched like this before, and it feels so good. Her legs quiver uncontrollably and she bucks her hips, trying to get more of him inside her. The heat between her thighs builds even further as he licks and nibbles at her sensitive flesh, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

"Oh...oh God..." Her voice is breathy and desperate as she feels herself starting to lose control. She writhes beneath him, grinding against his face in an effort to find release from the unbearable pleasure coursing through her veins. Her fingers dig into the sheets, knuckles white with strain as she fights not to come too soon, wanting this moment of bliss to last forever.

Her moans fill the room as he works his way around her tight little hole, licking and nibbling every inch of skin. She shudders beneath him, arching her back further off the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer to his mouth. The sensation of being so completely exposed and helplessly aroused is overwhelming, driving her wild with need.

"Please..." she gasps, unable to form complete sentences anymore as her body trembles uncontrollably. Her hips thrust forward, seeking frantic contact with his tongue, demanding release from the agonizing pleasure coursing through her veins. She's never felt this close to orgasm before, and she knows it will be unbearable when it finally hits her.

With a loud cry, Dianna's body tenses and her hips buck wildly as the orgasm engulfs her. Her inner muscles clench tight around his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through him as she comes undone with a long, shuddering moan. Tears stream down her face from the intensity of it all, but she doesn't care; nothing matters except the feel of his mouth on her and the release of everything she's been holding back for far too long. Her body shakes uncontrollably, each tremor only serving to push her further over the edge.

Finally, the sensation begins to subside, leaving her limp and satisfied but craving more. She collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily as she stares up at the ceiling. Her cheeks are flushed and damp with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gas

Her body relaxed, sweaty and sore but utterly satisfied. She looks up at him with lust-filled eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "That was...intense." Her voice comes out hoarse from all the moaning and shouting she just did. "Thank you." As he pulls away, leaving her naked ass exposed to the cool air, she reaches for him, pulling his face close again for another deep, lingering kiss.

Her fingers begin to play with the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down ever so slightly. "Maybe now you can show me how good that feels?" Her eyes are pleading as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to him once more.

Her face falls as she listens to his words. She knows he's right, but the thought of putting her pantyhose and socks back on is repulsive. Still, she can't help but obey him. "Ok...I'll try..." she whispers meekly, reaching down to pull up her damp pantyhose and fasten them around her legs. It takes a few moments for the horrible sensation of sweat and stickiness to return, but it does. With a deep breath, she wriggles her toes inside her now-less-sweaty socks and sits up on the bed.

Her eyes search his face, looking for any signs of approval or disapproval. "Is that better?"

She blushes deeply at his words and kissing, her body flush with pleasure and embarrassment. "Th-thank you," she stammers. "I'll try to keep them as smelly as possible for you." With a shy smile, she leans forward, offering him one foot tentatively. Her skin feels hot and sensitive where he touched it before, and she hopes that he enjoys her gesture.

Dianna shudders with pleasure as he licks her foot, the sensation sending waves of desire coursing through her. She bites her lower lip and tries to keep herself still, but it's difficult when he's paying so much attention to her most intimate areas. "Mmm..." she moans softly, arching her back off the bed in an effort to get closer to him. Her other foot wriggles beneath the covers, longing for his touch as well.

"Oh...uh..." Dianna looks at him, her cheeks flushed. She knows they should talk, but it's hard when all she can think about is the way he makes her feel. "So...um...how was your day?" she asks finally, trying to focus on something other than how good his tongue feels on her foot. Her voice comes out shaky and breathless, betraying just how turned on she really is.

Her heart skips a beat as he leans his head onto her lap, the warmth of his body sending shivers through her. She bites her bottom lip, trying to calm down and focus on something other than how good it feels to have him so close. "It was...okay," she says quietly, gently running her fingers through his hair. Her free foot begins to kick idly beneath the covers, the movement unconscious and sensual.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asks tentatively, wondering if they're talking too much about nothing or not enough. Her body feels achingly aware of him now, as if every inch of skin is on fire. The smell of his hair mixed with sweat and soap fills her nostrils, making her head spin with desire.

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and lays back on the bed. The cool sheets against her skin are soothing after the heat of their passionate encounter. As he directed, she tries to forget about everything but the feel of his head on her lap and the gentle brush of her foot against his leg beneath the covers.

A warm smile plays across her lips as she thinks about what they've shared tonight. "You know," she says softly, "I had a really stressful week at work. I was so angry and frustrated all the time. But when we started...well, you know..." She pauses for a moment, blushing deeply as she tries to find the words. "It's like it just melted away."

Her voice catches in her throat, thick with emotion. It was more than just sex; he had made her feel understood and wanted. And even now

her heart is racing and she can't seem to get her breathing under control. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she realizes just how much this evening has meant to her. "I...I don't know what I'd do without you," she whispers, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed.

Her hand reaches out, tracing gentle circles on his back as she holds him close. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, to want to comfort him, to make sure he knows how much she cares. With a shuddering breath, she presses her lips against his temple, breathing in the scent of sweat and skin that lingers there.

"Thank you," she murmurs against his skin. "For everything."

The feel of his strong arms around her is enough to make the tears dry up on their own. She buries her face against his chest, feeling safe and protected for perhaps the first time in a long while. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek lulls her into a contented state, as if everything will be alright now.

She takes a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts and words. "I...I've just been so angry all the time," she whispers, the confession feeling strange and liberating at the same time. "And then when I thought you'd left me for your ex..." Her voice trails off, tears threatening again as the memory of the pain she felt rushes back. "I was just...so hurt."

She pauses, trying to find the right words. "But when I saw you there with her, it...it made me

see that you weren't mine anymore. And I just..." Her voice cracks, and she starts to sob uncontrollably against his chest. It feels like all of the pain and heartache from the past few weeks are pouring out of her in a torrent, leaving her exhausted and raw. She clings to him, needing his strength and presence more than ever.

"It was like I'd forgotten who I was when I was with you," she whispers between hiccupping sobs. "But seeing you there made me realize it all over again." Her fingers twine in his hair, holding on as if her life depends on it.

She looks up at him through tears, hoping for some sign that he understands what she's saying. That he feels the same way. His face is etched with concern and confusion, but there's something else there too: acceptance and love. It'

The words send a shiver through her as he whispers them against her skin. A feeling of relief washes over her like a cool breeze on a sultry summer night. She clings to him even tighter, as if she could never let go now that she's finally found the truth. "I know," she says softly, sniffling and wiping her nose on his shirt. "It was just...so hard sometimes."

She presses their foreheads together, reveling in the contact. His warmth radiates through her, seeping into every pore, chasing away the last of the darkness that had been clouding her thoughts and feelings. A small smile plays on her lips as she looks up at him once more, hopeful and grateful for everything he's given her tonight.

"Thank you," she whispers, meaning it with every fiber of her being. "For

With a contented sigh, she nestles deeper into the crook of his arm, her body relaxing into sleep with each passing moment. His strong arms hold her close, keeping her safe and warm as they drift off to dreamland together. The weight of exhaustion presses down on her eyelids, dragging her beneath the surface of a peaceful slumber where all of her troubles seem to fade away.

In this moment, she feels more content and at ease than she has in months. She knows that everything will be alright now; as long as he's with her, nothing can possibly go wrong. With a contented sigh, she gives herself over to the soothing embrace of sleep, trusting him completely.