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Two dominant women stand over you, boots filthy from the streets, grinning at the pathetic loser kneeling before them. There’s no choice—your tongue is their cleaning rag. Every lick strips away not just the dirt, but your dignity. Mud, dust, and grit grind into your mouth as they laugh at your desperation. This is brutal, unapologetic boot worship where your humiliation is their entertainment, and your only worth is cleaning the filth from their soles.
