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My feet are my canvas, and his cum is my paint. I stretch out, letting the sun warm my soles, as he watches, entranced. He knows what's coming, his cock already hard, leaking pre-cum. I tease him, wiggling my toes, knowing it drives him wild. When he can't take it anymore, he strokes himself, his breath ragged, his body shuddering. And then, he paints my feet, his hot cum splashing onto my skin, marking me as his.