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9 PosesđŸ”„You see these socks?😈Four days. No washing. No mercy..

Published: July 6th 2025, 1:00:29 pm

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9 PosesđŸ”„

You see these socks?😈

Four days. No washing. No mercy.

They’ve soaked in every step, every hour, every bit of heat and filth.

You’ve been watching, aching to see what’s underneath.đŸ”„

And now
 you do.đŸ‘‡đŸœ

I pull them off, slowly, deliberately.

One toe at a time, the fabric clings — and then releases.

And there they are: my soles.

Sweaty. Dirty. Unapologetically divine.đŸ”„

You can’t stop staring.đŸ˜©

Every crease, every speck of lint, every darkened patch — it’s not just dirt. It’s your weakness.

The scent still clings in the air, thick, warm
 and all yours to inhale.

Look closely.đŸ€­

Would you dare kiss them?

Would you press your tongue right there, where my heel is blackened from walking over your worth?

These aren’t just feet.đŸ˜«

These are tools of control.

These soles walked over floors
 and now, they walk over your pride.

I flex them — and your breath hitches.

I stretch, curl, and you follow like a dog, desperate to serve.đŸ€­

You dreamed of my socks.đŸ„”

But this
 this is more.

Raw skin. Slick with sweat. Covered in power.

And you? You’re trembling — because you know: this is where you belong.đŸ‘‡đŸœ

You don’t speak unless I allow it.

You don’t touch unless I command it.

You’re here to worship what others don’t even get to see.

And when I press my bare sole to your face


You’ll thank me.

Because this isn’t pleasure.

It’s punishment.😈

And you’re addicted to it.

Now beg, my little loser.

Beg to clean what you could never deserve.đŸ˜źâ€đŸ’šđŸ”„

Your mouth. My dirt.

That’s the only truth that matters.