Czech Soles - Shoemaker's lucky day

DESCRIPTION: Markéta’s size 42.5EU feet have always been a curse—until this shoemaker. His measuring tape lingers too long on her arch, his fingers accidentally brush her toes, and when he kneels, she swears she sees him sniff. "Uh... do you need to smell my feet to size them?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. Caught, he stammers: "I—I just... your feet are perfect. Big, powerful... I worship them." Instead of slapping him, Markéta smirks and stretches her legs out. "Well, if you’re that devoted... maybe a massage first?" An hour later, he’s kissing her soles as she moans: "God, that’s good... My apartment’s nearby. Better... lighting."