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My feet reek with thick, sweaty stink, and you—my pathetic little lesbo—are going to lick them clean. On your knees, you bury your face between my toes, inhaling the overpowering musk before your tongue scrapes away the salty grime. Every humiliating lick reminds you that your only purpose is to serve me. This is unapologetic, stinky‑feet domination where a lesbian slave’s devotion is tested to the limit.
