Foot fetishists' night

Anna just got dumped. His loss. She sits alone with her drink, legs crossed, when a guy slides into the seat across from her and won't stop staring at her feet. He starts rubbing her ankle. She lets him. He slips off her heel and brings her bare foot to his mouth. The moment his tongue drags over her sole she gasps, eyes half-lidded. He sucks her toes one by one, wet and hungry, tongue sliding between them while she bites her lip and tries not to moan too loud. She stretches her other leg, heel resting in his lap. He keeps licking, slow and greedy, tasting every inch. By the time he’s finished, she’s gripping the table, flushed and breathless, a satisfied grin spreading across her face.