My lifelong desire to give my neighbor a footjob was fulfilled

I've always had a deep yearning to pleasure my next-door neighbor with my foot, a peculiar fetish that's been gnawing at me for years. The time had come to turn this fantasy into reality, and I was prepared to cross all boundaries to make it happen. As I knocked on her door, I could feel the anticipation building up inside me. When she opened the door, I wasted no time in dropping to my knees, my tongue diving into her moist folds. The taste of her was intoxicating, and I savored every second of it. My tongue explored every nook and cranny of her, leaving no stone unturned. My hands wandered to her ample bosom, which I massaged and fondled, adding to the intensity of our encounter. This wasn't just a quick romp; it was a slow, sensual exploration of every inch of her. And when I finally withdrew my tongue from her, I knew that I had fulfilled my lifelong desire, and it was worth every second.