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Long after our breakup, you still can’t resist me. It’s adorable. I know you think about how much you wish I was still your girlfriend, and still doing girlfriend things for you. Instead, now you’re just my pathetic little footboy. Desperately waiting for a chance to stroke to my feet. Or waiting for an opportunity to fuck my feet like you used to. It’s pathetic. You’re a mess. But you’ll take it. Because at least this way, I’m still in your life. You’re lucky I enjoy tormenting you. If I didn’t this would be going a lot differently… I just hope you’re ready for me to completely own you.