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I came home from work today, and she greeted me like always—big smile, short skirt, heels still on from work. She looked incredible, but I already knew how the night was gonna go. She dresses like that for work, but when I try anything, it’s always “not tonight.”
Later, on the couch, she kicked off her heels and shoved her feet in my face like it was no big deal. I could breathe, but every breath was filled with the smell of her feet, and it drove me insane. All I wanted was to kiss them, worship them, but she just laughed and told me to rub them, like I was her personal servant. So I sat there the whole night, rubbing her feet while she scrolled on her phone, barely even looking at me. When she’d had enough, she got up, said “goodnight,” and went to bed, leaving me there, desperate and pathetic.
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