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My stockings are soaked in sweat, clinging to every curve of my feet, and reeking of the day’s heat. The slave girl can’t get enough—pressing her face in deep, inhaling every intoxicating note of my stinky stockings. She licks through the damp fabric, desperate for more, her obedience fueled by the scent of pure dominance. This is raw, intimate foot fetish power—where sweaty nylon and submission collide.
