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I catch you staring at my beat-up VANS while I kick my feet up on the desk, so I slide one off real slow just to watch you squirm. My cotton thong peeks out as I flex my tattooed arches and scrunch my soles, giving you the tiniest glimpse of what’s under the fabric. Keep your hands to yourself, babe—today you only get the scent of worn sneakers and the view of my petite toes wiggling in your face. Think you can stay good while I count down from ten with my shoes dangling?❤️‍