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On your knees, schickse—you’re going to lick my dirty boots until they shine. Every stroke of your tongue scrapes away mud, street filth, and the day’s grime while I stand over you, reminding you of your place. The taste of leather, dirt, and humiliation fills your mouth as you prove you’re nothing more than my boot‑cleaning toy. This is unapologetic domination where dirty boots become your ultimate shame.
