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She knows you’re obsessed — with every wrinkle, every scent trapped inside her worn nylons. Her big, sweaty feet hover above you like a throne you’ll never deserve. She presses them down slow, savoring your weakness. You’re not a man here — you’re a foot slut. And your only purpose is to worship, sniff, and serve what’s under her feet.
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