It starts so innocently — just me, a jar of peanut butter, some jelly, and a few soft slices of bread. But once my feet get involved… innocence doesn’t last long. My toes slide into the creamy mix, spreading it slow, thick, and messy. Each motion is deliberate — pressing, rubbing, coating every inch of my soles until they glisten like they’ve been made for pure temptation.<br>I take my time building this sandwich — arches flexing, toes gripping, peanut butter dripping into jelly as the sounds turn slick and dirty. It’s sticky, shiny, and completely addictive — a messy little masterpiece made just for my foot-fetish lovers.<br>And just when you think I’m done… I show you what <i>that surprise</i> really is. Let’s just say it’s the perfect, filthy ending to this sweet, sticky fantasy.

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