“Louis no,” I gasped as he asked the salesgirl to grab another pair of shoes.
“Little one, I’m having fun. Let me have my fun,” his lips quirked as he ran his palm down my calf. His nostrils flaring as he scented my arousal from his teasing touches and our playful flirting. I felt my cheeks heat up in a blush that I was sure wasn’t going away anytime soon.
“You’ve already had me try on five pairs, at this point I think you’ve got a foot fetish.” I said raising my eyebrow as his hand trailed up my calf and to just above my knee, I grabbed his hand my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline.
“I think it’s safe to say that it’s not a foot fetish, but an Amelia fetish.” I was glad the sales associate wasn’t here as he leaned forward, his eyes on my lips, my tongue darted out moistening my
