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I’m taking it off. Watch. I slowly slide off the sheer stocking.

Toe by toe. The fabric glides over my calf, my ankle… and there it is—my bare foot. I run my palm along my leg. From bottom to top. Slowly. Deliberately. I know you’re holding your breath right now. I know your gaze is already locked on me. I know everything inside you has tightened. This isn’t just a leg. It’s a command. Watch. Don’t blink. Don’t look away. I’m letting you watch—until I decide otherwise. Do you like it? Then type one word in the comments: "More."