Sandy Toes, Filthy Thoughts—start Licking

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CurvyAnneX

The sun’s hot, but my feet are hotter—sunk deep into the warm sand, toes wriggling, soles dusted and begging to be cleaned. You’d give anything just to be beneath them, licking every grain off like the obedient little addict you are. Imagine that gritty texture on your tongue, the weight of my foot pressing down, reminding you exactly where you belong—at the bottom, worshiping the ground I walk on. Keep staring. Keep aching. You don’t get to touch—just crave.”

20.00 GBP

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Sandy Soles Feet Worship