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It must have been the site of a woman grinding some object beneath the sole of her pretty shoe noticed when I was but a child, that then became a shoe fetish and led to foot fetish as my sexuality grew. If a woman's luscious lips haven't grabbed my attention first, it is the site of her feet that have a tremendous influence upon me. I imagine the feel of her shoe leather upon my face and body, and the smell of it intermingled with sweat and natural scent that drive me insanely wild. Details like this humble me to worship her shoes and feet non stop.
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