Look at you, pathetic worm, groveling at my feet like the worthless slave you are. Your face belongs on the floor, staring at my perfect soles—the only thing giving your sad life meaning. Without them, you’re dust. Listen up, foot freak, or I’ll crush your ugly mug under my heel.Shove your nose against my soles, you creep. Inhale deep—my sweat’s too good for you. Sniff like it’s your oxygen, you desperate dog. Pathetic, huh? Bet you’re twitching just from the smell. Keep going, fill your lungs, know your place.Now, lick, you idiot. Heel to toe, savor my skin. Taste the grime—worth more than you. Lick like your life depends on it, or regret being born. You’re a doormat, a tongue rag. Humiliating, lapping while I laugh.Kiss my soles, you loser. Soft, worshipful kisses, proving devotion you don’t deserve. Every peck screams your degradation. Real men exist, yet you’re here, kissing feet—your life’s peak.Suck my toes, scum.

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