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I start by slipping into my favorite high heels, letting you admire the way they shape my legs and arch my feet just right. I know exactly what you came for. I prop my feet up and slowly press my soft, smooth soles against your shaft, teasing you with every stroke. My heels stay on the entire time—clicking, flexing, commanding your attention—while I pump you with my perfect arches, dragging it out just to make you squirm. I smirk, watching how desperate you get as my feet take control. But I’m not done there. I take a moment just for me—lifting my feet to my mouth and giving them the worship they deserve. I run my tongue along my soles, suck on my toes, moan softly as I indulge in how good I taste. You don’t get to touch—just watch. And when I finally bring my feet back to you, I let you finish all over my heels, right where I want your mess.