After the ShiftLauren was a law student and intern at a pres..

After the Shift
Lauren was a law student and intern at a prestigious firm in the city. Her routine was demanding, and that had been yet another long day filled with piles of case files and endless meetings. It was past seven when she finally got home, exhausted—but with a certain sparkle in her eyes. She knew what was coming next. She wore her favorite red velvet pants, hugging her curves elegantly, and a tight black top. But it was on her feet that her favorite detail hid: the old navy-blue flat. Worn out, molded perfectly to her foot, no socks, with the insole faded and marked by years of use. It wasn’t just a shoe—it was a trap of desire. As soon as she entered her room, she grabbed her phone and made a quick call.

— “Be here in 15 minutes. Today was one of those days…”

Moments later, he arrived. The “devoted one,” as she liked to call him. He sat on the floor without saying a word, his eyes shining as he saw the half-removed flat, revealing her damp heel. The room held a faint scent of feminine sweat—dense, intimate—something between the strain of the day and Lauren’s natural pheromones. She simply crossed her legs, letting her foot hover in the air, right at his eye level.

— “Ready?” she asked with a half-smile.

He nodded, full of longing and reverence.

Gently, he removed the flat, still warm inside, and inhaled deeply the intense scent that escaped. It was unmistakable: a mix of old leather, feminine sweat, and Lauren’s pure essence. He brought her foot to his mouth and began to kiss it slowly, like someone savoring a secret. Her toenails were painted a vibrant dark red. He ran his tongue along her sole, slowly, then sucked each toe one by one, holding both feet with trembling hands. His saliva mingled with the taste of her skin in a rhythm only he could understand. She, seated above him, kept a calm gaze—like a distracted goddess flipping through some random book. Later, Lauren rested her feet on the edge of the bedroom desk, near the window. She sat down with a book in her hands and went back to studying, as if nothing unusual were happening. And there he was, kneeling on the floor, hard, worshiping every inch of her feet with devotion, as if they were sacred. And to him, they were.

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