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You really think I haven’t noticed the way you stare at my feet? You think I don’t see you drooling in these shiny black heels? You can’t fool me. I like that about you. I love how you blush when I catch you staring. It’s almost cute. Today, you’re not getting away with it. Today, I’m granting your pathetic little wish. I’ll kick off my heel and let it clatter to the floor. I’ll press the arch of my foot against your lips, you can smell where the sweat has stuck to the insoles… and I’ll giggle as you shudder. You’ll be trembling in anticipation as I wiggle my toes, nail polish glistening. You want them. I can see the desperation in your eyes. I wonder if you’re even aware of how pathetic you look when you lick your lips. I already know what you want. You don’t even need to beg. You’ll open your mouth like you’re about to protest, but nothing will come out. Eventually you’ll lean in, so nervous you can barely breathe, and let your tongue flick across the ball of my foot. It tickles but I won’t draw back. That’s it. Get every inch. I’ll let out a little laugh when you gag, your throat working as you try to take my toes as far as you can. You’ll be so eager to please.