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Kneeling before your foot goddess, you're enraptured by her bare feet. Her soles, slightly dirty from a day of walking, bear the marks of her unique journey. She orders you to lick them clean, your tongue exploring every wrinkle, every line. Her voice, steady and commanding, guides your strokes, her feet growing wetter as you worship them. She's your goddess, and you're her devoted servant, finding pleasure in her pleasure.