Her feet are dirty, sweaty, and resting right in front of your face—and you’re the loser who’s going to lick them spotless. Every stroke of your tongue scrapes away the grime, every swallow is another hit to your dignity. She smirks down at you, knowing you’ll keep going until her soles shine. This isn’t a request—it’s your purpose. Worship her feet, lick them clean, and remember you’re nothing but her filthy foot‑serving loser.
You have reached end of the list
