

Valeria’s boots are sacred—worn by power, dirtied by dominance, and now smeared with thick mud that only a true slave would dare to eat. On your knees, mouth open, ready to consume the filth from her holy soles. Every lick is worship. Every swallow is devotion. This isn’t just boot cleaning—it’s a ritual of submission. Valeria doesn’t ask. She expects. And you will eat the mud from her boots like the obedient servant you are.
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