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As the sun peeks through the curtains, she stretches, her feet finding their way onto my chest. I stir, my eyes fluttering open to meet hers, a silent command passing between us. I begin my morning devotion, my tongue exploring her feet, my hands caressing her ankles. She moans softly, her body responding to my touch, her feet guiding me, pressing against my cheek, urging me on. I lose myself in her, in our dynamic, in the power of her feet and my worship of them.