Seductive Sister’s Foot Temptation

I can’t get enough of my sister’s feet. Every time she walks past, I catch a whiff of her scent, mixed with the faint aroma of leather from her sandals. Tonight, she’s sitting on the couch, barefoot, her toes wiggling as she watches TV. I kneel before her, my heart pounding, and gently take her foot in my hands. She doesn’t resist—just gives me that knowing smile. I press my lips to her arch, tasting the salt of her skin, then slide my tongue between her toes. She moans softly, her foot flexing against my mouth. I work my way up, kissing her ankle, her calf, her thigh, parting her legs. Her scent is stronger here, driving me wild. I bury my face between her thighs, tasting her sweetness mixed with the musk of her feet. She grabs my hair, pulling me deeper, and I know I’m hers.