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She’s not a lover—she’s a doormat. Under your boots, under your feet, she takes every stomp like the filthy whore she is. You grind her down, crushing her body and her pride beneath your weight. Each step is a statement of ownership, every trample a reminder that she exists for your pleasure and your cruelty. This is raw, unapologetic trampling domination with no mercy and no escape.
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