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I just got out of the shower. The huge, redhead Goddess. I stand tall as I wipe myself dry, grab some lotion from the shelve to slather it all over my skin to keep in soft and supple, and clothe myself. The entire time you've been hiding under the shelve, watching me. You're nobody. Just a tiny man who can't control his urges to peek at his Goddess any chance he gets. It's ridiculous. Is your heart racing at the thought of getting caught by me? Did it almost burst out of your chest when I was so close with my foot I almost kicked you, as I put lotion on? Or was your ant cock hard for me the entire time..? Perhaps I noticed you all along. Or you will get another chance to worship me from below.