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Lizalka is ordered to her knees, her face buried in her mistress’s stinky socks. She breathes in the overpowering musk, tasting the sweat through the damp fabric with every lick. Each humiliating inhale reminds her she exists only to appreciate and worship the filth of her owner’s feet. This is unapologetic, extreme femdom where sock stink becomes a slave girl’s devotion.
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