"Gotcha!" she says. To your surprise you could only blurt out "huh?". She gives you a seductive smile. "I knew for a while not how much you loved me foot you little pervert, how you're always staring at them with your mouth open and drooling, i never washed this boot since i saw you, I've been sweating in it for months all leading up to this day were i'd find your thirsty little face inside of it. "You're coming with me!" she shouts as she grabs your writs with a tight hold and drags you outside to a bench. No one was outside at the time. She pulls a rope from her pocket and ties it around you. She sits comfortably on the bench and kicks off one of her flip flops and sits with the bare leg over the other. Her beautiful foot is inches away from your face and you can smell the alluring scent of it she demands you to.....
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