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The salty air and the rhythmic sound of the surf are her accomplices as she plays with her feet, rubbing them together, showing off the dirty soles of her socks. She lifts her feet, letting the sun kiss her ankles, and bends down to smell the dirty scent of her own soles, a scent she knows drives her secret admirers wild. She could swear she hears whispers of "lick my feet" carried by the wind, making her smile and continue her tantalizing game.