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Her shoes are filthy, worn from the streets, and caked in grime—and you’re lucky she even lets you near them. On your knees, loser, licking every speck of dirt because this is the best you’ll ever get. No kisses, no affection, just the taste of her filthy soles grinding into your mouth. She knows you’re desperate, and she loves watching you humiliate yourself for the privilege of worshipping her dirty shoes.
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