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The next evening, when Alyona crossed the threshold, Andrei barely recognized the woman who had left that morning. A different being appeared before him—domineering, transformed. Her posture and gaze radiated an icy arrogance that took her husband's breath away. He was accustomed to the role of subordinate, but now that role was imbued with a new, intoxicating meaning—he stood before not just a wife, but a mistress. With a slight movement of her hand, she indicated that he should kneel. Then she revealed part of her body to him. Andrei pressed himself to her hungrily, tasting the unmistakable traces of another's presence in his mouth. His furtive glances at her face were met only by a cold disdain, visible in the upturned corner of her lips, making his heart beat faster. "Enough," came a voice from above, and he immediately pulled away. Alyona, adjusting her clothes, got on all fours, arching her back. "You know what to do." "Of course, my love." He parted her buttocks and pressed himself against her again, this time in a different spot, devouring everything there was. "Eat, darling, eat. A treat from your wife," her words, laced with mockery, drove him to the brink. "Thank you, darling." The sheer volume of what he'd left inside her made him wonder—it must have happened nearby, perhaps in the car near her house, and had been leisurely and thorough. When there was nothing left, Andrey still couldn't tear himself away. Then Alyona pushed him away and told him to turn around. "Now it's your turn," she said, fastening the straps. "You were expecting this, weren't you?" A muffled mumble came in response. "Wider, expose yourself," she commanded. Kicking off her shoes, she placed them in front of him, pressed his face into the insoles, and entered him. "How's that?" His answer was again unintelligible. "Louder." "Yes! Yes, mistress! I want it!" he finally cried out. "Then take it!" The scent of her shoes mingled with the sensations of every movement, and soon his body shuddered in a final wave, leaving a mark on the floor. Alena laughed. "Clean up after yourself." Once free, she removed the device from his bukvoeb.run and made him lick it clean. "It should shine," she said, grabbing his hair again and doing the same to his mouth. "Until it's perfect," she repeated. Sated with the spectacle of his humiliation, she allowed him to crawl into the bathroom. When he returned, he knelt before her again. "Kiss my feet," he said without a hint of warmth. "Yes, my queen," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers.