You take a look at Emily's bare feet and realize that there is no point in fighting it. Just one more touch and then you can get focused on being rescued. You approach Emily's foot and begin to rub up against it. Just then you hear Emily say that she needs to use the restroom and her massive foot comes down right on top of you. The weight crushing you into a bloody mess. Emily didnot even feel a thing as she carried on the rest of night. In the end your lust for feet had you killed.
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