Annie Agar Feet の小説・ストーリー

A tear slipped down her cheek as she suddenly remembered something. Nina had never told Rogan that she loved him. ‘I am horrible…’ “You did good Nina. Let us leave now. Take off your shoes and throw one of them into the ocean, rub the other on the blood and place it on the edge of the cliff. We will go barefoot so our footprint won’t show.” Agnes said as she sprayed a scent masking formula on the both of them. Agnes took off her shoes and threw them off the cliff. Nina felt numb as she followed along with Agnes’s orders.

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”

“It hurts... it hurts so much, I think I'll have trouble walking for a while. I... I have to stay here, is that inconvenient?” Aiyana was startled, her hand that was holding an ice cube also reflexed so that the ice cube she was holding fell on Afgan's foot. “Ouch...,” Afgan squealed under his breath. By this time, his leg was really hurting because the ice cube Aiyana gave him was 1 kilogram of frozen water. Afgan endured the pain by closing his eyes. While Aiyana was getting agitated about what had happened. “Aiyana, you are so cruel!” Afgan exclaimed as if he was holding back his tears.

He repeated the process more times than Ana could count and she felt like she couldn’t stand on her legs anymore because they felt like rubber. She was holding onto him so tightly, so he lay her on the bed gently. Then he lifted one of her feet delicately and removed her sandal, then he did the same to the other foot. After taking off her sandals, Ana’s stranger placed two soft kisses on the soles of her feet. Then he moved higher up, hooked two fingers into the waistband of her tiny panties and pulled them down.

With a warm hand around my heel, he lets my foot drop back to the floor with a furrowed cute look. “Oops.” I blush and sit my feet together on the floor. Feeling a little cold on the wooden surface seeing as I am barefoot. Arrick adjusts his sweatpants and carries on eating, shaking his head at me with the half-smile that sets his dimples off. Sighing heavily that his girl about gave him a boner without intending too, with her foot because they were cold.

While wearing a body-hugging beige dress paired up with a black diamond chain necklace that made her look more sensual and mature than usual, in her five inches black and white stilettos, Agatha walked out of the huge mansion standing majestically at the western side of Central Alina. She looked to be in a stupor. If it weren't for her newly gained Modelling skill, she would have tumbled on the floor by now due to her high heels. However, Paul who was currently linking arms with her felt the slight unsteadiness in her steps. So he concernedly whispered to her ears,

“I'd rather not dirty what I have on.” I had been so focused on the emotion I thought crossed her face that I hadn't noticed what she had on. She looked like the complete bombshell she was in her tight flared black dress and her long blond hair in a ponytail Ariana grande style. Our eyes went to her legs and we saw she had three inches of sandal heels on. I scoffed as I shook my head at how obvious she was being. Adam would take one look at her feet and surmise that she had been faking the whole thing all along.