Seeing Camila on the verge of tears. Kevin regretted his harsh words. After taking several kicks from her, he finally grabbed her ankle and sighed, "Camila, don't be mad. Even if I was wrong, can't we just let it go?"
"Let go of me."
As Kevin held her foot. Camila struggled, causing her sandal to fall off and revealing a delicate foot wrapped in black silk stockings. Despite her voluptuous figure, her feet were small and exquisitely shaped, with veins visible under her fair skin and toes as neat as seashells, comparable to professional foot models.
Kevin felt a rush of excitement as he held Camila's soft, tender feet. savoring the silky texture of the stocking. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and deeply inhaled the scent of her foot, a faint smell of sweat that was more arousing than any perfume.
"What are you doing?"
Camila was stunned by Kevin's actions. Her face flushed red, and she was unsure if it was from anger or embarrassment
"Camila, your feet are beautiful."
