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Macy’s feet have been trapped in hot shoes all day, collecting sweat, grime, and a thick layer of foot dust. She rubs her filthy soles over your lips, making sure every grain sticks to your tongue. The salty, bitter taste of her sweat mixes with the dirt, and she watches with a cruel smile as you swallow it down. This is raw, scent‑drenched foot domination where obedience means ingesting every trace of her filth.
