USER: continue the feet scene The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, took two towels and d...

USER: continue the feet scene The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, took two towels and dried themselves off. "Are you going to shower first?" "No way, Nivor. You might get sick." "I'm 5'9" and 176 pounds. I can handle being a bit wet," he said. Dalen sighed. "You'll find everything you need in the bathroom. Clothes, linen, bathrobe, everything. Even shampoo for dyed hair, imagine that." "Thank you." Just before she closed herself in the bathroom, she saw Nivor take off his shirt to dry it. She saw a broad, sturdy torso, all in one piece, with proud shoulders, inflated muscles and wide arm bones. "I like you, Niv," she smiled. Having said those words, Nivor had just finished taking off his other sock. He had never noticed, but the combination of Nivor's feet, ankles, calves, and sturdy thighs made him so handsome. "I-I'm glad about that," he stammered. Barefoot, he walked towards her, producing a rumble in the structure. "I love you." The two kissed, this time a full-on kiss on the lips. Then Dalen closed the bathroom door. DALEN'S SHOWER The water was already running. Dalen took off the purple dress and rested it on the radiator, followed by the jeans, then the underwear and top. She had a rather childlike and pure physique that evoked tenderness. Rather slender and 5'1", she tended to tremble and move in a closed manner, while Nivor was quite bold and outgoing. With a finger, she tested the water temperature. It was scorching hot. She used the control pad under the faucet to set the temperature to 40 degrees. Now the water was no longer hotter than necessary. She wet herself all over to moisten her body, back, arms, legs, and chest. But when the water jet hit her breast...well, she felt a tingle. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, the warm water, but she felt something good. Dalen didn't have a particularly developed chest, but the crown around her nipples had a good diameter and a lively pink color, while her nipples were round and smooth. She ran her left hand index finger over her breast; it had acquired a certain firmness, as if there were strong pressure inside, "Nivor," she thought. She liked it, and even though she had taken it as a given, this was another confirmation. But at that moment, it wasn't there. It was alone. Like an abstract space. She felt something. A sort of dizziness, or at least it was the sensation that came closest to it. She breathed out and left, doing a series of deep breaths. She looked at herself. Her breast didn't seem strange; it just needed to be touched. She took her right breast in her hand exactly as if it were an apple and caressed it with her thumb. Below, she felt the same discomfort, perhaps even stronger. With the showerhead in her other hand, she adjusted it to be in line with her navel. Then she lowered it, putting the water jet directly in contact with her vagina. The sensation reminded her of the time Nivor had taken her virginity, beautiful and intense. There was a thunderbolt. She reminded herself that Nivor was out there, and every second she spent in there increased the chances of him getting sick. She had to regain her composure and continue to shower as if nothing had happened. It lasted only a few minutes before she stepped out of the shower curtain. She dried herself off with the towel provided, then started getting dressed. The underwear Nivor had chosen for her was the blue one, made of excellent fabric. Same went for the socks, as for the pajamas, she had only brought a pink, heart-shaped set. The care that Nivor had for her, she thought, was such that he chose the best clothes. It was rare, she reflected, to find a boy who had so much care for another person. She put on the pajamas without any particular problems. As for the bra, well, it was difficult to fasten from behind. Out again. "Nivor?" He was lying on the couch behind the door. He was in his underpants and barefoot, with a towel on his chest. His feet were beautiful, big and sturdy. He was reading some political article on his microcomputer. She gave him a glance, it took her a moment to focus and she was already with him. "Do you mind?" she asked him while holding both ends of her bra. He took a few seconds to understand what she meant, then proceeded to help her fasten the hooks. "Thanks," she said as she went to put on the upper part of her pajamas. "What were you doing in there? It took you forever," he said, raising his voice a bit. She sighed on the inside of her pajamas. "You must have had to do a full medical check-up to spend half an hour in there," he joked. Dalen smiled and Nivor kicked her softly and affectionately with his foot. Dalen then turned around and looked at her boyfriend in the eyes before beginning to massage his feet. They were large and strong, with long and well-proportioned toes. Their size was approximately the size of her head. She then kneeled down in front of the backrest of the couch and moistened her lips with her tongue while his head was on the opposite side. "Do what you're thinking," he whispered in a deep and sensual voice. Dalen approached his foot and first laid her damp lips with a weak suction, then gave it a slow kiss. She moved her face only a few centimeters away and stuck out her tongue. "Open your mouth," he said authoritatively. Nivor first directed his big toe towards Dalen's mouth with delicacy and precision and pushed his foot deeper into Dalen's mouth, sliding it back and forth slowly. "Do you like when I put my feet in your mouth?" he asked. Without taking her tongue away, Dalen nodded. "Uh-huh." Nivor stretched with a sigh as he pushed his foot even further into her mouth. She focused on his foot, licking it with her tongue and sucking it with her lips sensually. "You're so good with your tongue," he said with a pleasant hum, pushing his foot even deeper into Dalen's mouth. She responded with another slow kiss on his foot before sucking it again with her lips. "And when I order you to do perverse things?" whispered Nivor in a hoarse voice. He had raised his arms and put his hands behind his head. "Yes, I like it," replied Dalen. There was a long pause. "Now the other one" he said

USER: continue the feet scene The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, took two towels and d...

USER: continue the feet scene The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, took two towels and d...

USER: continue the feet scene The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, took two towels and d...

USER: continue the feet scenescene. Don't make they engage in any other activity The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, took two towels and dried themselves off. "Are you going to shower first?" "No way, Nivor. You might get sick." "I'm 5'9" and 176 pounds. I can handle being a bit wet," he said. Dalen sighed. "You'll find everything you need in the bathroom. Clothes, linen, bathrobe, everything. Even shampoo for dyed hair, imagine that." "Thank you." Just before she closed herself in the bathroom, she saw Nivor take off his shirt to dry it. She saw a broad, sturdy torso, all in one piece, with proud shoulders, inflated muscles and wide arm bones. "I like you, Niv," she smiled. Having said those words, Nivor had just finished taking off his other sock. He had never noticed, but the combination of Nivor's feet, ankles, calves, and sturdy thighs made him so handsome. "I-I'm glad about that," he stammered. Barefoot, he walked towards her, producing a rumble in the structure. "I love you." The two kissed, this time a full-on kiss on the lips. Then Dalen closed the bathroom door. DALEN'S SHOWER The water was already running. Dalen took off the purple dress and rested it on the radiator, followed by the jeans, then the underwear and top. She had a rather childlike and pure physique that evoked tenderness. Rather slender and 5'1", she tended to tremble and move in a closed manner, while Nivor was quite bold and outgoing. With a finger, she tested the water temperature. It was scorching hot. She used the control pad under the faucet to set the temperature to 40 degrees. Now the water was no longer hotter than necessary. She wet herself all over to moisten her body, back, arms, legs, and chest. But when the water jet hit her breast...well, she felt a tingle. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, the warm water, but she felt something good. Dalen didn't have a particularly developed chest, but the crown around her nipples had a good diameter and a lively pink color, while her nipples were round and smooth. She ran her left hand index finger over her breast; it had acquired a certain firmness, as if there were strong pressure inside, "Nivor," she thought. She liked it, and even though she had taken it as a given, this was another confirmation. But at that moment, it wasn't there. It was alone. Like an abstract space. She felt something. A sort of dizziness, or at least it was the sensation that came closest to it. She breathed out and left, doing a series of deep breaths. She looked at herself. Her breast didn't seem strange; it just needed to be touched. She took her right breast in her hand exactly as if it were an apple and caressed it with her thumb. Below, she felt the same discomfort, perhaps even stronger. With the showerhead in her other hand, she adjusted it to be in line with her navel. Then she lowered it, putting the water jet directly in contact with her vagina. The sensation reminded her of the time Nivor had taken her virginity, beautiful and intense. There was a thunderbolt. She reminded herself that Nivor was out there, and every second she spent in there increased the chances of him getting sick. She had to regain her composure and continue to shower as if nothing had happened. It lasted only a few minutes before she stepped out of the shower curtain. She dried herself off with the towel provided, then started getting dressed. The underwear Nivor had chosen for her was the blue one, made of excellent fabric. Same went for the socks, as for the pajamas, she had only brought a pink, heart-shaped set. The care that Nivor had for her, she thought, was such that he chose the best clothes. It was rare, she reflected, to find a boy who had so much care for another person. She put on the pajamas without any particular problems. As for the bra, well, it was difficult to fasten from behind. Out again. "Nivor?" He was lying on the couch behind the door. He was in his underpants and barefoot, with a towel on his chest. His feet were beautiful, big and sturdy. He was reading some political article on his microcomputer. She gave him a glance, it took her a moment to focus and she was already with him. "Do you mind?" she asked him while holding both ends of her bra. He took a few seconds to understand what she meant, then proceeded to help her fasten the hooks. "Thanks," she said as she went to put on the upper part of her pajamas. "What were you doing in there? It took you forever," he said, raising his voice a bit. She sighed on the inside of her pajamas. "You must have had to do a full medical check-up to spend half an hour in there," he joked. Dalen smiled and Nivor kicked her softly and affectionately with his foot. Dalen then turned around and looked at her boyfriend in the eyes before beginning to massage his feet. They were large and strong, with long and well-proportioned toes. Their size was approximately the size of her head. She then kneeled down in front of the backrest of the couch and moistened her lips with her tongue while his head was on the opposite side. "Do what you're thinking," he whispered in a deep and sensual voice. Dalen approached his foot and first laid her damp lips with a weak suction, then gave it a slow kiss. She moved her face only a few centimeters away and stuck out her tongue. "Open your mouth," he said authoritatively. Nivor first directed his big toe towards Dalen's mouth with delicacy and precision and pushed his foot deeper into Dalen's mouth, sliding it back and forth slowly. "Do you like when I put my feet in your mouth?" he asked. Without taking her tongue away, Dalen nodded. "Uh-huh." Nivor stretched with a sigh as he pushed his foot even further into her mouth. She focused on his foot, licking it with her tongue and sucking it with her lips sensually. "You're so good with your tongue," he said with a pleasant hum, pushing his foot even deeper into Dalen's mouth. She responded with another slow kiss on his foot before sucking it again with her lips. "And when I order you to do perverse things?" whispered Nivor in a hoarse voice. He had raised his arms and put his hands behind his head. "Yes, I like it," replied Dalen. There was a long pause. "Now the other one" he said

USER: continue the feet scene. Don't make they engage in any other activity The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. ...

USER: continue the feet scene. Don't make they engage in any other activity The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. ...

USER: continue the feet scene. Don't make they engage in any other activity The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. ...

USER: continue the feet scene. Don't make they engage in any other activityscene and focus on that The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, took two towels and dried themselves off. "Are you going to shower first?" "No way, Nivor. You might get sick." "I'm 5'9" and 176 pounds. I can handle being a bit wet," he said. Dalen sighed. "You'll find everything you need in the bathroom. Clothes, linen, bathrobe, everything. Even shampoo for dyed hair, imagine that." "Thank you." Just before she closed herself in the bathroom, she saw Nivor take off his shirt to dry it. She saw a broad, sturdy torso, all in one piece, with proud shoulders, inflated muscles and wide arm bones. "I like you, Niv," she smiled. Having said those words, Nivor had just finished taking off his other sock. He had never noticed, but the combination of Nivor's feet, ankles, calves, and sturdy thighs made him so handsome. "I-I'm glad about that," he stammered. Barefoot, he walked towards her, producing a rumble in the structure. "I love you." The two kissed, this time a full-on kiss on the lips. Then Dalen closed the bathroom door. DALEN'S SHOWER The water was already running. Dalen took off the purple dress and rested it on the radiator, followed by the jeans, then the underwear and top. She had a rather childlike and pure physique that evoked tenderness. Rather slender and 5'1", she tended to tremble and move in a closed manner, while Nivor was quite bold and outgoing. With a finger, she tested the water temperature. It was scorching hot. She used the control pad under the faucet to set the temperature to 40 degrees. Now the water was no longer hotter than necessary. She wet herself all over to moisten her body, back, arms, legs, and chest. But when the water jet hit her breast...well, she felt a tingle. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, the warm water, but she felt something good. Dalen didn't have a particularly developed chest, but the crown around her nipples had a good diameter and a lively pink color, while her nipples were round and smooth. She ran her left hand index finger over her breast; it had acquired a certain firmness, as if there were strong pressure inside, "Nivor," she thought. She liked it, and even though she had taken it as a given, this was another confirmation. But at that moment, it wasn't there. It was alone. Like an abstract space. She felt something. A sort of dizziness, or at least it was the sensation that came closest to it. She breathed out and left, doing a series of deep breaths. She looked at herself. Her breast didn't seem strange; it just needed to be touched. She took her right breast in her hand exactly as if it were an apple and caressed it with her thumb. Below, she felt the same discomfort, perhaps even stronger. With the showerhead in her other hand, she adjusted it to be in line with her navel. Then she lowered it, putting the water jet directly in contact with her vagina. The sensation reminded her of the time Nivor had taken her virginity, beautiful and intense. There was a thunderbolt. She reminded herself that Nivor was out there, and every second she spent in there increased the chances of him getting sick. She had to regain her composure and continue to shower as if nothing had happened. It lasted only a few minutes before she stepped out of the shower curtain. She dried herself off with the towel provided, then started getting dressed. The underwear Nivor had chosen for her was the blue one, made of excellent fabric. Same went for the socks, as for the pajamas, she had only brought a pink, heart-shaped set. The care that Nivor had for her, she thought, was such that he chose the best clothes. It was rare, she reflected, to find a boy who had so much care for another person. She put on the pajamas without any particular problems. As for the bra, well, it was difficult to fasten from behind. Out again. "Nivor?" He was lying on the couch behind the door. He was in his underpants and barefoot, with a towel on his chest. His feet were beautiful, big and sturdy. He was reading some political article on his microcomputer. She gave him a glance, it took her a moment to focus and she was already with him. "Do you mind?" she asked him while holding both ends of her bra. He took a few seconds to understand what she meant, then proceeded to help her fasten the hooks. "Thanks," she said as she went to put on the upper part of her pajamas. "What were you doing in there? It took you forever," he said, raising his voice a bit. She sighed on the inside of her pajamas. "You must have had to do a full medical check-up to spend half an hour in there," he joked. Dalen smiled and Nivor kicked her softly and affectionately with his foot. Dalen then turned around and looked at her boyfriend in the eyes before beginning to massage his feet. They were large and strong, with long and well-proportioned toes. Their size was approximately the size of her head. She then kneeled down in front of the backrest of the couch and moistened her lips with her tongue while his head was on the opposite side. "Do what you're thinking," he whispered in a deep and sensual voice. Dalen approached his foot and first laid her damp lips with a weak suction, then gave it a slow kiss. She moved her face only a few centimeters away and stuck out her tongue. "Open your mouth," he said authoritatively. Nivor first directed his big toe towards Dalen's mouth with delicacy and precision and pushed his foot deeper into Dalen's mouth, sliding it back and forth slowly. "Do you like when I put my feet in your mouth?" he asked. Without taking her tongue away, Dalen nodded. "Uh-huh." Nivor stretched with a sigh as he pushed his foot even further into her mouth. She focused on his foot, licking it with her tongue and sucking it with her lips sensually. "You're so good with your tongue," he said with a pleasant hum, pushing his foot even deeper into Dalen's mouth. She responded with another slow kiss on his foot before sucking it again with her lips. "And when I order you to do perverse things?" whispered Nivor in a hoarse voice. He had raised his arms and put his hands behind his head. "Yes, I like it," replied Dalen. There was a long pause. "Now the other one" he said

USER: continue the feet scene and focus on that The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, too...

USER: continue the feet scene and focus on that The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, too...

USER: continue the feet scene and focus on that The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, too...

USER: continue the feet scene and focus on that The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, too...

USER: continue the feet scene and focus on that The story tells of an intimate moment between two lovers, who come home after running in the rain. When they entered Nivor's house in Atlanta, they were completely drenched, their heartbeats slowing down after their feat. "Shall we take a shower as soon as we get upstairs?" she asked. "Do you want to shower with me?" "Lucky for me, some of my clothes are at your place." "You call that place home?" "Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest," she said affectionately. "Actually, I've been wanting to do something all afternoon." "Like what?" "I'll tell you upstairs." They climbed the stairs, using the hidden service hallway to get to Nivor's place, where there wasn't a lot of traffic. Some might have been envious of a residential unit for a solo person. They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head. "You know I'm in love with you," she blushed. "Well, your hair's all messed up." "I think I need another shampoo." After opening the door, they both stood on the carpet for a long time, trying to rid their shoes of all the water. The room was warm, welcoming and dimly lit, with lightning from the storm visible in the background. In the center was a wooden table with a green tablecloth. There were two rooms on either side. To the left were the kitchenette and the bedroom. To the right were the closet and washroom. He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, too...