I kneel before Yiyi, my head bowed in reverence as I gaze up at her massive, size 40 feet. Her long, slender toes wave teasingly, inches from my nose, the sheer, black pantyhose stretching taut across her foot flesh. I inhale deeply, the scent of her skin and the faint musk of her arousal filling my nostrils, sending a rush of desire through my body. Yiyi's sultry smile is a challenge, an unspoken command for me to worship her feet, to show the respect due to a goddess of such beauty and sensuality. I reach up, my fingers trembling as I trail them along the curve of her sole, the soft, creamy skin a revelation against my fingertips. I kiss the delicate ball of her foot, my lips pressing against her flesh in a fervent display of devotion, my tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of her skin.
