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My slave girl lives to adore every inch of my big, sweaty feet. Thick with sweat and radiating a powerful scent, my soles demand worship—and she eagerly obeys. She laps up the salty moisture, breathes in the heavy musk, and submits completely to the intoxicating power of my feet. This is raw, scent‑driven domination where love means licking and worshipping my stinky soles without hesitation.
