My big feet reek of power, sweat, and pure dominance—and your tongue is the only thing worthy of them. Pressed against your face, the thick, salty scent fills your lungs as you lick every filthy crease and sweaty toe. This isn’t just foot worship—it’s your place in life. You exist to serve, to sniff, to lick, and to drown in the stink of my big, commanding soles.
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