Perfection like this demands worship. Her soles are flawless—smooth, powerful, and made to be adored. You belong beneath them, licking every curve, every crease, while she looks down with cold satisfaction. She doesn’t need to speak—you already know your place. This is elite foot worship: clean, controlled, and utterly one-sided. Get ready to submit to true beauty, because her perfect feet weren’t made for walking—they were made to be worshipped.
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