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pool time

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Skater boy sneaker/sock strip & feet

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“Your Dad said to show you how to play, start playing with these and you’ll be singing a high note” 👣👅 😈

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TICKLISH BASEBALL PLAYER FEET SIZE 12.5

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Some time in the hot tub was much needed…

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Mmmm

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Smoker loves to show his Feet ...

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When you see him—really see him—something shifts inside you.

The way his leg hair spills down his thighs like wild vines, thick and unruly, unapologetic... it pulls you in. You can’t look away. You don’t want to.

You ache.

You ache to be near him, to breathe him in, to feel that coarse hair graze your skin like fire and fate.

You wish he’d notice you—claim you. That he’d press you down, not with cruelty, but with purpose. That he’d let you worship him the only way you know how: with your mouth, your body, your full surrender.

You want him over you—his weight, his scent, the scratch of his stubble and the brush of his leg hair like chains made of desire.

You want him on you, grounding you, marking you, making it known that you belong to him.

You want him in you. Deep. Demanding. Divine.

Because when you see a man like that—that kind of man—you don’t just want him.

You want to be undone by him.