Every drop of it is priceless.

A warm summer evening enveloped our apartment balcony in a soft, velvety air. The city below shimmered with lights, and the starry sky stretched overhead, with only a gentle breeze occasionally carrying distant voices from the neighboring floors. You settled into a wicker chair, relaxed after a sultry day, wearing a thin silk robe slightly open at the hips and cozy, soft-lined slippers. I quietly walked out to you, without turning on the light, and knelt down on the cool tiles of the balcony. Your slippered feet were so close, so inviting. I carefully removed one slipper, inhaled the warm, slightly salty scent of your skin after a long day, and pressed my lips to the instep. Slowly, reverently, I kissed every inch—from toes to heel, enveloping them with my lips, sucking lightly, running my tongue along the curves. You smiled slightly, watching me, and placed your other foot on my shoulder, allowing me to remove the other slipper as well. I buried my face in both feet at once, inhaling their warmth, caressing between the toes with my tongue, feeling them wiggle slightly with pleasure. You laughed softly and suddenly pressed one foot against my chest, forcing me to lie on my back right there on the balcony. Your feet began to slowly, confidently walk over my body—a trampling motion that made me shiver. First over my stomach, then over my thighs, and then one foot confidently landed on my face, pressing my cheek to the cold floor. I moaned softly, kissing and licking the sole, while the other foot slid lower, to my groin, where my penis had long been hardened in its tight cage. The slight risk that someone from the neighboring balcony might notice the movement only intensified the heat throughout my body. You leaned over, ran your fingers through my hair, and pulled me up sharply, lifting me to my knees. "On all fours, my dear," you whispered with a smile, and I obediently got on all fours by the railing. Your palm slapped my bottom loudly—once, twice, three times, each stroke leaving a hot wave that spread across my skin. The spanking in the fresh air was especially intense: each slap carried slightly further than in the room, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. You tugged my hair again, pressing my face into your thighs. "Show me how much you want me," you said, turning and leaning slightly. I pressed my face bukvoeb.run to your ass, my tongue greedily darting along your cleavage, penetrating deeper, right to the center. Deep rimming, just the way you like it—I licked slowly, deeply, tracing every fold with my tongue, penetrating inside, while you moaned softly and pulled my hair harder, pressing closer. Your taste, your scent, warm and arousing, drove me crazy in the open air. You pulled away, leaving me shaking, and nodded toward the door. I quickly fetched the strap-on—the big, realistic one you love. While you put it on, I stood by the railing, legs spread wide, my hands braced against the cold metal. You came up behind me, lubricated everything generously, and slowly but surely entered me. Each thrust made me arch, moaning into my fist—the strap-on went deep, all the way in, and you held me by the hips, fucking me rhythmically, hard, under the stars. A breeze blew across my heated skin, and somewhere below, a car drove by—a reminder that we could be seen. You fucked me for a long time, making my legs tremble, until I began to beg in a hoarse whisper. Then you slowed down, pulled out, and turned me to face you. "On your knees," you commanded quietly, smiling. I lowered myself, and you stood above me, spreading my legs and gently running your hand through my hair. A warm stream of your golden rain flowed down my face—first onto my lips, then down my neck, chest, stomach, and down. I opened my mouth, caught every drop, swallowed, feeling it cover me completely. You stroked my head until the last drops fell on my tongue. When it was all over, you sat down next to me, kissed my wet lips, and whispered, looking into my eyes: "Do you know why this is gold to you? It's not the color. Because I am your most precious treasure, and every drop of me, every particle, is a gift just for you. You accept me completely, without reserve, and that makes me feel like the most desirable person in the world." I smiled, all wet and happy, and we quietly returned to the room, leaving behind the warm night and the stars.