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In the intimate, dimly lit room, the man's voice echoes, seeking those who share his unique fetish. "Where are those lovely women's feet?" he asks, his eyes scanning the unseen, hoping for a sign of interest. His heart races as he imagines the soft press of a sole against his throbbing cock, or the delicate curve of an ankle in his grasp. With a growing urgency, he begins to pleasure himself, his hand gliding along his length, picturing the warmth of his cum on another's skin, a thick, satisfying coat that would leave them craving more.