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There’s no flavor more humiliating than filth scraped from a goddess’s soles — and she makes sure he gets every bit. The dirt isn’t just on her feet; it’s in her power, in her disgust, in the way she spits on him for even hesitating. She grinds the grime deeper into his tongue, watching him gag and swallow like the trash-eater he is. No water. No break. Just the taste of pure degradation and the scent of her divine authority.
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