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You’re lucky to be here… but not lucky enough. My feet—divine, untouchable—are a privilege, not a right. In this slow-burning tease, I let you watch… crave… suffer. Every inch of skin, every subtle movement is a test of your devotion. The closer you think you are, the further I pull away. You're not here to touch. You're here to ache. Worship from afar, weak boy. Maybe, one day, I’ll let you kneel. But today? Not even close.