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Bound at the ankles and wrists, Matt's chubby form squirms in anticipation. The masked cub, his identity hidden behind a black hood, takes his time, running his hands up Matt's legs, pausing at his knees, then moving to his feet. He teases Matt's toes, his touch firm yet gentle, making Matt gasp and beg for more. The cub obliges, his own bulge growing as he watches Matt's reaction, his foot fetish fully indulged.