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Diary of a black goddess - 6/10/2010 2:53:26 AM

bentkurt

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1. He is taught cunnilingus

I sense his breathing, very rhythmically and coordinated to my motions. I moan as I jerk up and down, riding his face, smothering it with my creamy juices.
My pussy muscles begins to quiver.
"Make me come, damn it! Make me come, you dickless worm!"
My pleasure rises rapidly and I reach the first of many steps on a long ladder of satisfaction. I am moaning and grunting. I shake and ride his face as the pleassure starts to send me over the edge.
I am riding the wave of female pleasure as I take every bit of excitement I can. The warm damp flow of my cum slowly runs into his mouth. His tongue is locked inside me and the sticky goo floats directly down his troat.
At the peak I let out the moan of joy, showing I am at the apex of African womanhood, then my body slumps and go slightly limp on top of him.
The moment I met him I knew instinctively that he was a submissive to his very core, and that he was the perfect person with which to eksperiment with my sexuality.
He was plagued with shyness and was very lonely. He always felt uneasy and inadequate when he was around women. He was afraid of women and the more beautiful the woman, the more inadequate he felt.
Until he met me his social and sex life consisted of stroking his small dick and dreaming about women he could never have,.
That made him feel very ashamed and guilty and I exploited this guilt to enslave him. I imposed the idea on him that he was totally inadeuate and should be gratefull for just being near me.
His little penis made it easy, It couldn’t really get hard and he never lasted very long.
I talked about my former boyfriends. I said he was much smaller than the men I had been with and that he had the skinniest dick and smallest testicles I had ever seen.
“ You got the smallest prick that God ever had in store and even he was glad to get rid of it!”
I told him, I was going to make sure he pleased me every single time. I wasn't going to go unsatisfied. Period.
I never failed to mention the smallness of his member and liked to tease him about his "little dick" as I called it, claiming to have had a lot of sexual experiences before him.
“These aren't real balls, because you're not a real man. You're a worm. You can't even satisfy me sexually. You're not a man at all, you dickless eunuch."
And, of course, my comments and general attitude only made his sexual abilities worse.
I would push him down on my pussy after he had gotten soft in humiliation over his inability. And then I would just have him eat me out.
It also got common to taunt him while he was eating me, saying things like what a shame it was that eating me was all he was capable of doing or expressing mock appreciation for the fact that at least his tongue was big enough to do the job.
I can feel the contractions of my orgasm on his mouth. I feel my muscles moving inside his mouth as they give me pleasure. I come, hard but slowly.
An earth shattering orgasm makes me scream out and I want to scream out to the hole world that I am winner, who gets what she wants whenever and wherever she wants it. And under me is a loser who gets nothing. Nowhere. From nobody. Never ever!
I bump my cunt on his helpless face to syncronize my ecstasy of total power with the surf of lust that roar through my body.
I don’t like sexual intercourse and I don't enjoy penetrative sex. I rarely let men fuck me. I have always been oblivious to their dangling male part and the less I saw of them the better. I prefer the controlled attention of a slave’s tongue.
Throughout my childhood I always took the lead in games and activities. When I developed an interest in boys, I was the one who initiated relationships and controlled them. I naturally assumed that boys should do what I wanted, and they did.
My first sexual experiences with men were no succes. When they started srewing me, they became very selfish, grunting like picks and seldom did it give me very much. But worst of all: when I boy had been inside me, he thought he owned me.
So in the beginning the pattern wre always the same: I dated a boy and I was carefull always to pick the attentive ones, we or rather ‘they’ had sex….and I had to kick them out of my life.
When I was eightteen I got the idea that oral sex might be the solution. There was only one problem with oral sex: I never liked returning the favour.
If I was somehow repulsed of having a prick inside me, I was vertically disgusted of the idea of having one in my mouth. I have never had and never ever intended of having one.
So it was to get and not to give. I vaguely understood at that time that that would be my life with boys and men.
The only way I can have an orgasm is with oral stimulation to my clit. A man's tongue can do things that an ordinary penis cannot. It is more flexible.
I don't like vaginal intercourse, because penetration puts women in a submissive role. Cunt-lapping is an act of worship. To order a man to perform cunnilingus is an act of conquest, taking him into possession.
But I never told him, considering this information irrelevant as it didn’t change the fact that he was born with a small limp prick that couldn’t satisfy any woman. Especially not a hot passionate woman like me.
He was taught cunnilingus and what made me feel good. I keep a man to give me cunnilingus exactly the way I like it and as long as like it.
Only once did he suggest that I gave him a blow job. I did nothing to hide my disgust and I pointed out that his small and crooked prick (which was quite normal) could never satisfy me one way or the other.
He never dared to bring up the subject again.
I was into feminism, especially black feminism. Being a black feminist I had one radical purpose in life, and that was to make him my slave. The pleasure I received from his tongue was infinite small compared to the noble political course, I saw myself serving.

I bump my cunt on his helpless face to syncronize my ecstasy of total power with the surf of lust that roars through my body. The cum flows out of my cunt directly into his open mouth. I feel how he eagerly swallows the cunt juices.
After a time the fire and the spasms die down and I relax, panting, for a minute with his tongue pressed flat to my cunt, without moving.
As my pleasure subsides I shift just slightly. I feel a rush of power. The mental and sexual energy released by his service of me, makes me feel invigorat and powerful.
"Keep doing me, you impotent cunt licking loser."
He is smart enough to keep licking. I rub my ass hole against his nose and fart a few times.
"That is acceptable for a first time, fuck face, but I expect your pussy licking to get much better with my next coming, dickless slave boy."
I draw the words out, emphasising my contempt by closing my thighs and taking all his air away.
"Suck me, you dickless worm!" I yell through clenched teeth.
The were a couple of occasions where I pretended I wanted to fuck. But on those few occasions he got scared and couldn't perform, which led to more disparaging comments and meanness.
More and more frequently I would ridicule his size, inability to get hard and general sexual performance.
I even began making comments to my girlfriends openly about his inadequacies. I told everyone how he was a sexless, impotent, dickless jerk. There was nothing he could do with his pathetic prick, all he could do was to provide oral service to me.
I would say things like, "It's a good thing at least your tongue is big enough to do the job," or any other derisive comment I loved to make.
His attitude made me more dominant. How could it not? How could I have any respect for him? How could I respect such a wimp? And so I pushed further. He was just going to have to accept it.
One day I sat my ass down on a chair still on the phone, and showed him my dirty feet. Not just normally dirty feet, but really dirty, went-all-day-without-shoes-on dirty.
I told him to lick them clean.
"Do it," I said.
And he did, on his hands and knees. What a trip. He cleaned between the toes, on the soles, everywhere.
“I expect some amazing tongue action on these feet slave or I’ll kick your balls.”
I kicked them once to prove that I was serious.
I made him lick my right sole, heel to toe. I made him use his teeth to grind the muck off.
“That’s right and you better swallow all of it too!”
And when he finally got my grimy dirty sole clean I announced that he would suck my toes and eat ever bit of toe jam in between.
I stuck all of my toes in his mouth at once and when he licked between my toes, big globs of gooey stuff fell into his mouth.
“You better chew that stuff before you swallow,” I commanded.
When he finally finished my right foot, I ordered him to do the same for my left.
“You should look at yourself right now, your mouth is black.”
He tries to breathe in the rhytm of my moaning, as I slighyly ease my ass for each moan. We are one, with no separation between our bodies, join at his flattened, subdued face and leveled excistence.
“Considering that pathetic little baby sardine God packed between your legs, you should be glad that I have made you a champion in cunnilingus and analingus, slave boy,”
My pussy is absorbing his mouth, his body and soul, as he becomes part of my pleasure. Nothing but a face, a mouth and a tongue melting together with my cunt and ass, while his mind and soul are imprisoned in a universe, where the black woman is his only God.
My pussy feels like it is swelling, gettting larger with every beat of my heart. I gasp and arche my back. I pump away on his face, taken up by my moment of passion. I am right on the edge of cumming. The pleasure is intensifying.
He sucks my excited pussy as he slowly brings me to a sexual frenzy.
It took a lot of training to get him to learn how to do it right, but now he gives the best head I've ever had, though I would never, ever tell him so. As far as he's concerned he's a useless, clumsy little piece of foot dirt who can't do anything right!
Again and again I lift myself up only to drop down to swallow up his defenseless tongue into my insatiable cunt, until with one loud grunt I climax. I explode like a wave moving me higher and higher, arching my back, making me groan and moan and scream.
I never expressed anything but distaste for his little organ. I began to taunt him more and more, calling him a pathetic wimp who was totally useless.
"Look at your small limp prick, slut. It must be half the size of my clit. It’s just not built for sex, is it?"
That’s what I told him – not that I cared as long as he had an eager and docile tongue.
I didn't care what kind of psychological damage I did to him. Sadistically, I hoped it was severe. He might become even more impotent, eventually incapable of having intercourse with any woman. That was fine by me. Perhaps my behaviour might cause him to lose all self esteem. The thought delighted my warped soul.
My deepest desire was to totally emascualte my sissy boy.
"Aahhhh."
I begin to fart in his nose. I imagine what must be going through his down trampled mind as he smells my fart, and I come a third time.
"Eat me, stupid. Lick that pussy good.”
The pleasure and the feeling of ultimate power warms my whole body and being, my toes tingle and that tingle spreads from my toes to my clitoris.
I feel his tongue go in deeper with each spasm. It is so intense I feet like I am going to black out.
“I intend to use that tongue of yours for many, many orgasms, whimp. Too bad you can't join me in cumming, you impotent cunt licking loser."
Out of nowhere I climax again. It starts out as a little skipping orgasm synchronized with his tongue. Each skip grows larger than the last. In spasms, I feel my cunt grasp at his tongue as delicious waves of pleasure runs through my clit.
I never ceased to ridicule his tiny genitals, calling him things like ‘microballs’, ‘stub’, ‘invisible dick’ and ‘raisin’.
Finally after berating him both for his impotence and small dick and his "weeping wimp" performance, as I often called it, I relented, sat down on the bed, spread my legs and told him he could eat me.
"Your little thing really is useless. Maybe we should just cut it off. It could be like they say about blind people, that their hearing is better. Maybe your tongue would work better if you didn't have that tiny thing."
I never got tired of reminding him about his failures. I was constantly berating him about his lack of performance, breaking him mentally.
Due to this constant reminder of his failures, he was under constant pressure and had even more trouble displaying any virility. His inability to get erections was wearing him down.
The purpose was to keep him constantly frustrated and demoralized so he couldn't perform anything but cunnilingus. I call it the most liberating act a lady can do to a man. Much more effective and cruel than ordinary castration.
He was required to do all of the housekeeping, washing, cooking, and all that time he received endless lessons in meekness, submissiveness.
I came to love returning home to find the place immaculate. Windows gleamed. Brass shined. It was really cool. And the food! Wonderful meals with wine and flowers and great desserts.
Washing dishes, mopping floors, scrubbing the sink. This is what he was born for – to serve and be controlled by a strong woman, with no thought of his own pleasure.
When he wasn’t cleaning and working around the house, he served as a footstool or as a dildo with a tongue – or both.
During this time I also started to subject him to routine physical discipline. I would take great pleasure in whipping him with a riding quirt if I found the house was not cleaned to my satisfaction or the dishes were not completed in a timely matter.
I would say that a window was dirty or that a room looked messy and use those faults as excuses to beat him.
He feared the spankings and worked hard so that they would be minimized.
If he only knew the full extent of his future serving me... but even if he did, it wouldn't change a thing. He had gone far past the point of being able to do anything to prevent it.

....should I continue? Feedback is appreciated.

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RE: Diary of a black goddess - 6/11/2010 9:17:36 AM

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ABSOLUTELY! Great story line...Does she tie him up? When does she take his virgin ass with her strap-on?

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RE: Diary of a black goddess - 6/19/2010 10:16:27 PM

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Chapter 2. He is taught not to masturbate.

I began to order his tongue around more and more.

Licking my feet as I ate breakfast and bringing me to orgasm once I had finished the tray of food became standard procedure.

He would daily rouse me from my morning slumber with breakfast in bed and oral sex as I sipped on my coffee. He would spend hours on his knees, orally pleasing me.

" Aaaaaaahhh, Aaaaaaahhh. Oh that's it, you impotent, dickless worm, I am cuuuuumming, foooooot wooooorm.”

I face fuck him, screaming out my orgasms as I ride that owned and skilled white tongue.

I am wriggling on his face, fucking his nose and grinding his face hard, far past the point of any concern for his air supply. I have only one thing on my mind, that is my pleasure, my ultimate pleasure. I want to gush the cream of my pleasure all over his submissive mouth.

"Lick! Damn it, lick, you impotent piece of sock lint! Make me come again, foot worm."

It was surprisingly easy to manipulate this man. He was naturally submissive.

It felt so good to lay down the law to him, while at the same time belittling him and talking down to him. I could not believe I was getting so much satisfaction from making him feel inferior, but I just told myself that it was a fact and no one, especially not this wimp, could stop me.

He licked my feet clean after aerobics, or served as a foot stool when I watched TV and I used his tongue as a shoe horn. God, it felt so good to have a slave do just what I wanted, no matter how humiliating.

Nothing brought me greater satisfaction than ordering the life of small dicked, whimpy white male and make it even more miserable just for the fun of it. My thrill was proportionate to his dehumanization.

I feel a fart coming on and tell him to open the mouth and then I fart.

“Doesn’t that taste yummy, carpet worm?”

I let a huge fart rip right on his trapped face. I bounc up and down on his face, laughing hysterically.

He licks and licks. My slimy ooze is sticking all over his face. I am in ecstasy. I cum quickly and then again.

Two more orgasms follow. I am clicking off orgasms like a machine gun, one after another till my body finally relax.

I move my head a little from side to side, then lick my lips and actually fall asleep.

I didn’t care the slightest about him. I used him to satisfy my own needs and to give me oral satisfaction for as long as I pleased but I never gave a second thought to his relief.

I allowed him to eat me out, but ignored his needs.

He gave head like an expert any time I wanted it, and I never washed a dish, picked up a mop, or touched at piece of dirty laundry.

The advantages of female control were obvious. Yet I wanted more. Domination was addictive and a little bit wasn't enough.

He learned the subtleties and nuances of my sensual responses and is now able to read my body, my moans and my shiver like a book. Learned to give me pleasure without ever receiving anything but the cunt juices that dribbled down on his enslaved tongue.

He pleased me sexually, until I was completely satiated from multiple orgasms.

If he didn't do it right, or even if I just felt like it, I’d strap him down and whip his ass.

“I will soon have you used to your new role in life. The problem will be whether you still have any skin left on your body by then.”

That always made me even hotter, so soon I’d be sitting on his face again, rubbing my clit against his lips.

I certainly loved getting satisfation myself but got equal pleasure ignoring his.

I never touched his penis at all except to deliver torture. Nor did I allow him to ejaculate, or even to achieve an erection in my presence. I didn't even lower myself to kiss him.

He always made sure I was completely satisfied, but would never dare to ask me to give him oral.

I suspected that he was jerking secretly as he would frequently sneak to the bathroom after he had serviced me in the night.

My aversion to his release became all encompassing. Not only did fucking and blow-jobs in general repulse me, I found his secret masterbating disgusting too. He was sneaking behind my back.

I decided to set a trap for him . Why not catch him and then once and for all teach him that his penis is for my control and use only.

It was about this time that we had established a bedtime routine. I would sit in bed reading a magazine or a book with his face in my crotch while he served my sex.

When I had had enough of his toungue I dismissed him with a wave of my hand or a kick, telling him to go to and do the laundry.

" And iron my clothes for tomorrow, before you go back to bed, carpet worm."

Life is good, I thought. He had just given me both sadistic joy and sex with his tongue, a face and body to use and abuse. Did I hate men, was that why I deliberately left him feeling unsatisfied?

I knew he would masturbate secretly in the bathroom.

A little later I opened the bathroom door and surprised him as he was sitting on the toilet manipulating his organ.

His little prick was semi-hard, but looked pathetic as it almost always did when he tried to get it up.

"Oh, my God," I exclaimed. “What are you doing, you filthy pig?"

It was perfectly obvious what he was doing.

"Shut-up, carpet worm! There's nothing you can say that I want to hear, you dickless worm!"

I wrinkled my nose in disgust as I sensed the smell of his excitement, an unmistakeable, acrid gas of uncontrolled, self-gratifying maleness.

I hated it.

I took immediate note of his pathetic efforts to masturbate myself, walked over to him, reached down and twisted his little balls a few times. Hard.

As in fear and pain he lost what was left of his erection, and I shook my head.

“I've always told you how your small penis couldn't please me? And because all you could do was to masturbate, your cock became even smaller. You couldn't do anything with that worthless cock of yours but play with it.”

My eyes were angrily blazing, my lips were curled in a contemptuous sneer. I slapped his face.

“ You snivelling dirty little boy. How dare you, and in my bathroom! ”

I smacked his limb prick.

“I.. I'm... I'm sorry, mistress ... Please, mistress, you don't understand. Men.... Men need....”

”Don't talk about men, carpet worm. Don't make me laugh, you dickless worm. I understand a wanking little foot licking loser like you only too well. How can you call yourself a man? You are just a dirty little boy. But you are going to be a boy who learns to control himself.”

I made him admit that every night after he had served me he'd toss himself discretely off, when he thinks I am asleep.

“I won't have you jerking off. That's cheating, you dickless worm. You're my slave and you're cheating by having sex without me, you foot licking loser.”

I wanted to take away any form of sex he could have, even though it has only been masturbation. If I controlled his penis I would control him.

I told him that he was not man enough to fuck a woman, that he would never put his dick inside a woman, not inside her cunt or her mouth.

I didn’t see how he could possibly get satisfaction while fucking a cunt. He had small balls and is completely impotent. Dysfunctional.

I stripped of his manhood.

"You give great head, carpet worm. With time and training you'll be one of the best. But I want you to know that you have a long way to go. You have a lot more training to go through, you dickless worm."

As for him, the only pleasure he would be getting was knowing that he was pleasing me. That was more than enough for any submissive.

“ The sperm that you ejaculate is of such a deficient character that it soils whatever it touches, foot licking loser."

I took his orgasm. After all, what did he need it for?

“You will not be permitted to cum or masturbate at all. I'm not about to accept you, my slave jerking off like a little boy. It's what little boys do not men. And certainly not slaves.”

I gave him one of my cruel sneering looks and turned up my nose in distaste.

“I intend to dominate you completely and you will service me orally every day. Your sex life from now on will be exclusively between your tongue and my cunt, feet or my ass, carpet worm. You will rarely be allowed to have an orgasm.”

I told him I wanted him to be my lover, and that I required total submission on his part, including complete denial of his sexual gratification.

"Because your testicles are failures at their natural task, I shall have to find another way for them to justify their presence, carpet worm. Don't worry, though. I know of many ways that a pair of testicles, even ones as feeble as yours, can provide amusement for a women. And once you have experienced them, you will truly know regret, you foot licking loser."

I took my foot back, and gave a sudden kick to his balls. It hit right on the spot and he jerked with pain.

I drove another front kick into his sad sac.

“And if you so much as touch your cock without his permission, he shall make you wish you'd never been born!’

I became fascinated with the idea of maintaining complete control over his genital. If I controlled his penis I would control him. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I wanted even more control over him. I was ready for more.

I told him I would kick the crap out of him.

“So, carpet worm, get ready. This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me!"

"Please, Please, Please don't…no more…I'll be good…"

The next thing was an explosion of pain in his balls.

"Yes, I'm sure you will, you piece of shit! After the punishment I intend to give you this time won’t feel anything but pain in your pathetic prick, carpet worm. "

I reared back my right foot and delivered a swift kick from my heel to the bottom part of his balls.

“I’m going to train you to be a first class eunuch tongue boy, slave.”

I kicked him again in his balls.

The kicks to his balls kept coming. Kick after kick reined up into his aching balls. I probably kicked him in the balls thirty times.

I let loose another full force, direct hit on his balls. With this kick, I was getting the distinct impression that his days of intercourse were going to be shortly over with, and I didn't care.

'I guess it's not likely you and I will be having hot sex anymore, carpet worm?'

He made no decisions and he was never in control of his sexuality. I was in control, not he.

"Look at that puny thing, carpet worm. Is it any wonder why you will never be allowed to use that thing again.“

I allowed him to orgasm once a month, unless of course he had misbehaved. Then of course the release date was set back usually a week for something minor and maybe up to a month extra. Once I had to discipline him for four months.

I direct his lips to my clit and show him by digging my nails in his cheeks how to suck and lick me at the same time. He makes his lips into an 'O' to suck my clit ever so softly. He flicks his tongue across the top of my clit, and my body shudders.

“I will kick your balls into insignificance. And make your tongue a tool for foot wash or ass cleaning. “

The sweet juices from my vagina keep flowing into his mouth.

I ride his face harder and harder, consecrating this mindless impotent foot worm in the name of the free and strong African woman.

"Aaaaahhhh!"

Finally, like cresting a wave, I am overwhelmed with a feeling of free-fall, and then I have a full-blown orgasm.

“ It’s all about my pleasure and I just couldn’t figure out how your relief could contribute to my pleasure.”

I am lost in an ocean of lust within myself as the blood rushes to my head. Cunt juice oozes out as I ejaculate a thin, oily liquid in response to the massive spasms deep within me.

“On the contrary, carpet worm: the more you suffer the more my juices gush when I come,”

He is trying his best to please me as new waves of orgasm are over me. My orgasm is explosive. The sensation of my muscles contracting around his tounge is exquisite.

I face fuck him, screaming out my orgasms as I ride that owned and skilled white tongue. My eyes roll up and I sigh explosively as wave after wave of fullfilment rock my body.

“You don’t have a prick and you are not a man. You’re a man carpet. No, not a man carpet…just a carpet. A foot wipe and a cunt licker.”

My orgasm is thunderous, yet I am able to keep pulling him tight to my pussy as I hump hard into his face. Then I come again. And again.

It is wild. It is the ultimate.

" Aaaaaaahhh, foot worm. Oh that's it, you impotent, dickless worm, I am cuuuuumming, foooooot wooooorm.”

My juices flow freely from my cunt rewarding him with the bitter sweet taste from a world far above his lowly excixtence, a world of satisfaction, relief and power to do whatever I fucking felt like without the slightest thought of his fucking discomfort.

“You will savour orgasm after orgasm in your lowly foot washer mouth as I intend to come on your tongue daily. My pleasure is the only pleasure you will ever know of, you dickless foot licking loser.”

His position so nicely symbolize my absolute power. The ultimate control of the totally abused and degraded white male, having his head between my thighs, not getting anything but the juices of my superior being slowly oozing from me, while he is denied climactic relief.

“I am coming, rug worm. I am comiiiing! Aaaaahhhhhh, my dickless foot sweat stinking loser!”

Another orgasm blasts through me as he writhes under me, my orgasms are lightning, clenching and pulsing across my body.

“ Suck the nectar from the pink flower of my pussy, you impotent foot licking loser. Savor it as it is the only orgasms you will ever experience, dickless loser!”

As the spasms end, I collaps limp and drained.

“Now, slave, after that wonderful orgasm, I need to relax. So, get your foot washer mouth busy on my feet. And if I should drift off to sleep, you just keep servicing until I wake up. Go on, footboy... show me what you can do for my feet with that talented mouth. Leave no spot unlicked.”

He gets out of the bed and kneels on the floor as I shove my foot soles up in his face.

“Oh, it was so nice to fuck your face, carpet worm. I feel so relaxed and fullfilled and peacefull after such a row of mind blowing orgasms…but what would a dickless thing like you know about that?”

My toes are dirty and caked with sweat. I push my toes into his mouth and his tongue plays over the the ball of my foot and between my toes.

“ You give satisfaction but never get any, foot worm.”

I wiggle my toes inside his mouth.

“You are a foot licking loser and a dickless cunt eater. You deserve a life of starvation and frustration, you dickless worm.”

I watch the TV unmoved as I feel his long deep licks on my dirty soles.

“You’re one of the most pathetic examples of your species and women are being very generous by allowing you to serve them in any capacity ,“ I said and covered his mouth with my sole and pinched his nostrils with my toes.

“By rights, you should not even be allowed within our presence. You are a disgusting creature who would pollute all our senses. Your breath stinks of toe jam and your tongue is black from foot dirt.”

“My orgasms will be the peeks of your miserable loser life and you’ll be utterly gratefull any time I care to come in your lowly foot washer mouth.”

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