Застукал тебя за наблюдением на моих ступнях в душе

Sssh, don't let the sound of the running water give us away. There you are, hiding in the shadows, thinking I haven't noticed you. But I have. I've always known you were there, watching, as I let the warm water cascade over My petite frame. You can't tear your eyes away from My delicate feet, can you? The way the water droplets trace the curves of My arches, the way My toes gently wrinkle with each passing moment... it's mesmerizing, isn't it? I tease you with a little wiggle of my toes, I see that bulge in your pants growing, matching the slick wetness from the shower, your desire leaking out just like the water that's running off My glistening soles. There's something so deliciously naughty about being all clean while you're down there, so dirty, so desperate. I smile to Myself, knowing that the power I hold over you is as strong as the stream of water washing over Me.