Description
These are not ordinary shoes. They are an instrument of sensual enslavement, worn for many hours on my bare feet or over nylon stockings. Their interior still holds the warmth of my skin and is saturated with the natural aroma of well-kept feminine feet. The quiet sigh of submissives, fetishists and admirers. Someone has already trembled over these heels – knelt, inhaled, licked. Perhaps you will be next. Perhaps their scent will make your head spin, and the knowledge that they belonged to me will warm you more than any photograph. A treat for the true connoisseur. Ready to give yourself over to the traces I leave behind?
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