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His lithe form reclines on the bed, a laptop balanced on his abs, but his eyes are locked onto those captivating feet. She's a vision, her size 9s encased in cotton socks that do little to hide their allure. She flexes her toes, feeling the heat of his gaze, and a shiver runs down her spine. She's not gay, not really, but there's something about his worship that's intoxicating. She finds herself wanting to show him more, to push his boundaries and her own.