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Irma doesn’t ask for worship—she expects it. Her feet are flawless, commanding, and soaked in power after a long day. You’ll kneel in silence, tongue out, ready to serve. From her sweaty soles to the tips of her perfect toes, every inch deserves attention. She watches with cold satisfaction as you lick, sniff, and submit to her authority. This is pure foot worship—no mercy, no escape—just Irma’s feet and your obedience.
