You sit in the damp insole, heelprint worn in.
Hermione's toes sore over your head, and her arch rubs along your face. You gag, wiping her footsweat out of your eyes, as her heel blots out all light above you.
"too slow! She teases, sing-song. Her heel mushes you into the insole, sweat rising ip like a wrung sponge. You feel intense pressure, themsoft isole and hermione's soft heel are sandwhiching you incredibly tightly. You try and drag yourself to the arch, using the insole's stored footsweat to slide, and:
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