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The covers rustle as she shifts, her body aching with desire. She can't help but touch herself, her hands roaming over her curves, her breath coming in short gasps. She's a foot slave, her body responding to the mere thought of her feet. She imagines them, clean and smooth, her toes curling with pleasure. She's in her own world, a world of fetishes and desires, a world where she's the master and the slave, all at once.