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Little Lucy kneels in complete submission, her tongue tracing every inch of sweaty, dirt‑covered skin she’s ordered to worship. The salty taste of sweat mixes with gritty filth as she cleans with desperate devotion. Every lick is a lesson in obedience, every swallow a reminder that she exists to serve. This is raw, unapologetic foot humiliation where Lucy’s worth is measured by how well she devours sweat and dirt.
