

Debra doesn’t clean her feet for you — she makes them filthier. Cracked soles, blackened heels, layers of sweat and dirt baked into every wrinkle. She doesn’t care if it disgusts you. In fact, that’s the point. You’re not here to enjoy — you’re here to choke on the grime, to gag on her heel crust, to prove you’re the worthless foot trash she always knew you were. Lick it all. Eat it. No excuses.
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