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Imagine the smell...
She running back and forth, jumping and running, forming calluses on her feet, imagine the moisture between her toes...
She is panting because her feet hurt and are soaked without having the chance to take them off to let her socks air out a little.
Imagine if she left SH with James and went to change clothes in the locker room with James outside, she took off her boots and finally emanated that odor that was trapped, the unpalatable and seductive odor, an odor that James smells and activates in his mind primitive thoughts of his ancestors, Maria embarrassed by this but knowing that it is a calling, and James answers that call.