Polina and Ivan pulled up to the quaint little cottage, their excitement for the summer getaway palpable in the air. The sun beat down on them, making Polina groan as she stepped out of the car.
"Ugh, I can't believe how hot it is already," she complained, kicking off her shoes and wiggling her toes in the grass.
Ivan couldn't take his eyes off of her feet. He had always had a bit of a foot fetish, and something about the way Polina's toes wiggled in the grass was incredibly alluring. He felt a sudden surge of attraction, but he knew he couldn't just blurt out his fetish.
Polina noticed Ivan staring and raised an eyebrow. "What's with the weirdo stare?" she asked, playfully insulting him.
Ivan stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation. "I, uh, I just think feet are really interesting," he said lamely.
Polina laughed. "You're such a weirdo, Ivan," she said, but there was a twinkle in her eye. She decided to test him, dangling her feet in front of him.
Ivan couldn't resist. He leaned forward and began to lick Polina's sweaty feet. She was shocked but also turned on by the sensation. She took control, directing Ivan on how to pleasure her feet.
"A little to the left," she said, her voice husky with desire. "Now, a little to the right. Oh, yes, just like that."
Ivan was eager to please and followed Polina's commands. He couldn't believe how good it felt to make her moan with pleasure.
After a while, they both shared a laugh, realizing that their friendship had taken an unexpected turn. But neither of them were complaining. The summer at the cottage was looking to be a lot more interesting than they had originally anticipated.
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