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Akira's obsession with Irene's size 8 soles knows no bounds. She can't help but worship every inch of them - from the delicate curves of her arches to her succulent heels. She crouches down on her knees, sniffing, smelling, touching, and tasting Irene's feet with a desperation that borders on madness. Her tongue darts out, tracing every crevice and nook with her wet tongue. She wants to show Irene just how much she loves her feet, so she licks and licks, coating her soles with saliva that make them glisten and shine. She sucks on each toe, savoring the taste as if they are the sweetest lollipops she has ever had. And when all of Irene's toes are in her mouth at once, she feels like she is in heaven. She presses her face into Irene's soles, inhaling the natural odor and juices that seep out of every pore. It is overwhelming, addictive - she just can't get enough. Every single part of Irene's feet are just too perfect for Akira, and she's not likely to stop anytime soon.