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After hours of traveling, I finally make it here and relax on the bed in nothing but my socks, stretching out with a soft sigh. I’m tired, but the second I look over at you, I see it. Your eyes are already locked on my feet. You haven’t even tried to hide it. I wiggle my toes slowly inside my socks, smirking as I catch the way your breathing changes. Being apart for so long clearly hasn’t dulled your obsession. Instead of pretending not to notice, I decide to take full advantage. I settle into position and start taking care of you with my hands, letting you admire my socked feet in the background while I slowly build the tension. Before long, I flip over and press my feet right up to your face, letting you bury yourself in them while I keep stroking. I drag it out, teasing you until I finally peel the socks off and give you exactly what you’ve been craving. You get to fully indulge, worship, and lose yourself in the moment with me until the reunion turns messy and completely worth the wait.