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You can’t stop thinking about my Crocs, can you? Every scuff, every bit of grime, every smell has you hooked, and the more you crave them, the more pathetic you are. You love them, you worship them, and all you’ll ever get is to clean them and then fuck them.. because you’ll never have me. The desire, the humiliation, the obsession, you love it here and every desperate thrust proves exactly how worthless you are without them.