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Her feet, large and in charge, demand attention. She dictates, 'Start with my heel, kiss it, lick it.' Her soles, with their intricate wrinkles, are his canvas, his tongue their brush. She moans, 'Now, my arch, yes, just like that,' as he follows her every command, her pleasure growing with each touch of his lips on her big, bare feet.