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You begged for a taste of my bare soles… so here they are — fully exposed, sweaty, and utterly untouchable. Dressed in a long sleeved shirt and snug blue jeans with legs down at the ankles, hair flowing, I sit right in front of you, feet flat on the table.. soles on display, face in frame. First, my trainers come off. Then the white socks, peeled slowly with my fingers, revealing what you’ve been craving: my bare, warm, damp soles.. soft, pink, and glistening from hours of wear.  Watch as I cross my ankles, rub my soles together, squeeze them tight.. sweat pooling, dripping, mocking you. Toe by toe, I wiggle, curl, and flex.. edging you without mercy. You don’t touch. You don’t taste. You just worship. This is pure POV foot tease— dominant, sensual, and cruel. Every bead of sweat, every arch, every slow movement is designed to make you ache. You’ll beg to lick, to suck, to serve  but you get nothing. Not one drop!