📜 Path to Pleasure The sound of the wine flowing into the glass was almost as silent as her footsteps on the polished wood. She sat calmly, crossing her legs as if she knew she was being watched — and desired. On the floor, a solitary bottle. Already opened, already complicit. But what gave itself away first was the glass… stained, surrendered. It wasn't the wine that made you dizzy. It was the scene. And then came the gesture. Her toes touched the bottleneck. With dominance. With intention. With a sensuality that disarms — and dominates. You observe… But not only that. You obey. You desire. You imagine the taste of surrender. Because there, in that image, there was an unspoken certainty: Her feet are her point of surrender. My feet are the path to pleasure. She doesn't guide you with words. She makes you follow — one step at a time. ⸻ 🔥 Want Part 2? Send me a message. She's more intense. More intimate. And it only comes to those who know how to ask… the right way. Paula Morais #podolatry