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My feet reek with thick, sweaty stink, and you—my stupid little lesbo—are going to worship them. On your knees, you lick between my toes, swallowing the salty grime while I laugh at your pathetic devotion. Every breath you take is filled with my overpowering scent, every lick a reminder that you’re nothing but my obedient, filthy toy. This is raw, unapologetic foot‑fetish humiliation at its cruelest.
