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You just can’t help yourself when I wear these, can you? My white loafers make you melt every single time. The way they hug my feet, the way they slip off just enough to tease you… it drives you wild. I know you love watching me dangle them, letting them slide down my toes like I might let them fall, but not quite yet. I play with you, slowly dipping my foot back in, only to slide it back out again, showing off my arches and soles just the way you like. You’re totally obsessed, hanging on every little movement. I stretch my legs, cross my ankles, point my toes, just to watch how desperate your focus gets. I talk to you the whole time, softly, like I’m sharing a secret… I know how much this gets to you. I know how easy it is for you to lose yourself in my rhythm, to stroke along with the pace I set, getting deeper under my spell every time I flex or slide my foot in or out of the shoe. You’re not just into my feet, you’re obsessed with the way I tease you in these loafers. And I’m going to keep playing with you, drawing it out, making sure you feel every second of it… until I decide you’ve had enough.