Debra stands tall, boots caked in dirt, looking down at her worthless slave with a smirk. No words needed—she’s trained you well. You know exactly what to do. On your knees, tongue out, licking every filthy inch until her boots shine. Every taste of grime is a reminder of your place: beneath her, serving without question. This is raw boot worship and total obedience under Debra’s crushing dominance.
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