You see your goddess on a rolling computer chair, minding her own business. Diane was an older woman, around 47 or so if you had to guess, and she was by no means your favorite person, but you have always been attracted to the feet of older woman and she is the closest around. You wade through the carpet strands as best as you and slowly approach the giantess. Diane's back was facing you, but you could see her telltale shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, tied in a pony tail. She was wearing a white T-Shirt and some blue jeans that ended just short of her ankles. Her feet, the most important part to you, were bare and in some cute white flats. Your erection, which has pretty much been up this entire time was now throbbing.
You ran up to her giant feet, glancing up to her every so often to see if she could somehow notice your presence, but she was clacking away at her keyboard. You wanted to get those feet out of those shoes...
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