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She slipped off her shoes in the quiet corner, those perfect feet begging for attention. I couldn’t take my eyes off her soles, soft and tempting. I crept closer, the smell of her skin, intoxicating. My hands grabbed her ankles, pulling her closer as I worshipped every toe. The thrill of getting caught added heat. She moaned softly, the library’s silence amplifying our dirty acts. It wasn’t just a hookup; it was a raw, dirty foot fantasy come to life. At that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world, lost in our filthy indulgence.
