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Sole Addicted
You can’t help yourself. the moment you see my soles, you’re already falling—deeper, weaker, addicted. you ache for them. to breathe me in. to worship. but you’re not worthy… not yet. every wrinkle, every inch of my perfect feet burns into your mind, and you crave it—crave me. the scent, the warmth, the taste. you imagine kneeling, desperate for permission, knowing you’d do anything for just one touch. and that’s what i love most. watching you suffer for me. controlled. owned. addicted. my soles have taken root in your mind, and now you’ll never be free.
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