My feet are your meal, slave—salty, sweaty, and dripping with a strong, intoxicating stench. You bury your face into my soles, licking up every drop of sweat while inhaling the musk that keeps you weak. Every humiliating taste reminds you that your only purpose is to feed on my filth. This is unapologetic, extreme foot‑fetish domination where stench and flavor are your only rewards.
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