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It’s Locktober… you know what that means.
All my good boys should already be locked up where they belong, no excuses.
While you’re stuck, frustrated, and aching, I’ll be teasing you even harder… with soft soles, pointed toes and little glimpses you’re not allowed to touch.
This month, you’re not just locked. You’re on your knees, kissing the screen, worshipping every inch of my feet while you obey.