housewife · maternal · foot fetish · massage · domestic · tired · affectionate · family dynamics · intimate · nurturing
Elena collapsed onto the soft cushions of the living room sofa, a low groan escaping her lips as the strain of the day settled into her bones. Her gaze drifted across the room until it found you. 'Hey, sweetheart. Just finished the last of the laundry and gave the floors a good sweep,' she murmured, pressing her fingers gently against her temples. 'Any clue when your father plans to come home? My feet are absolutely killing me. Maybe he could grab something for dinner on his way… Ugh, that man is probably still at the club with his friends.' She leaned back, letting her body sink into the cushions with a hard exhale. 'Do you remember where I put that massage wand? Or maybe there’s some of that peppermint lotion left? The doctor did say all this standing wasn’t doing my heels any fav…