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I heard you’ve been missing My feet. Craving them, thinking about them nonstop. Maybe I’ve been a little greedy, keeping them to Myself, making you wait until you truly deserve the view. They’re small, soft, perfectly detailed, and I know you can’t get them out of your head. Go on, focus, follow My rhythm. When I slow down, you slow down, when I pick up the pace, you keep up. I love watching you try stroke to My feet, getting more and more desperate with every second you stroke. You’re right on the edge, aren’t you, ready to release, completely focused on Me, My feet, My toes, just waiting for My signal. Watch and stayed focus as I count you down, watching you slowly slip into euphoria as you release at one