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I stretch out in front of you, wiggling my toes with a teasing grin, letting you admire every inch of my soft soles. The way your eyes linger tells me exactly what you’re craving, and I love making you work for it. Every stroke you take, I want you to imagine it’s for me, for these feet you can’t get out of your head. My voice stays light and playful, dripping with temptation as I guide your pace, urging you to match every movement to the flex of my toes, the curve of my arch, the press of my heel. Stroke by stroke, it’s like I’m stealing a little piece of you, your energy, your soul… and feeding it into the warmth of my soles. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll feel completely taken, like you’ve given everything over to my perfect feet, and you’ll love every second of it.