📜 Path to Pleasure – Part 2 The wine was no longer in the glass. Now it was just the taste. In your mouth. On your skin. In the memory that you didn't even live, but want to relive. She didn't say a word. But her foot went up... slowly. Close to your imaginary leg. As if she recognizes the other's fragility, and likes it. As if she dominates without haste. Her fingers touched the label more firmly. They slid. They pressed. They closed the gesture with an almost erotic snap. You thought about kissing. But there was no time. She had already turned her face. And left only her feet as an answer. Because here, those who look, get lost. Those who feel, obey. And who knows... pay to follow. Part 2 delivered. Do you still want 3? It involves invisible ropes and a request for surrender. #foot worship