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Her feet, a temple he worships at, a tool she uses to control his desire. She commands him to remove his chastity device, but only to stroke himself, never to come. He obeys, his cock throbbing, pre-cum dripping as he rubs himself, his eyes locked onto her perfect feet. She runs her feet over his balls, his shaft, her touch feather-light, maddening in its gentleness. He whimpers, his body tensing, fighting his orgasm. She smiles, her eyes glinting with love and dominance, her feet continuing their sensual dance, guiding him to the edge, then pulling him back, their romantic game of tease and denial repeating in infinite, loving loops.