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You already know your place, don’t you? You’re not the guy women actually want. You’re not the one creating the moments. You’re the cleanup crew. The pathetic little foot cuck left admiring from the sidelines while a real man gets what you never will. And honestly? It suits you perfectly. I tease and humiliate you for how obsessed you are with my cum covered nylon feet, knowing you’d gladly lower yourself just for the chance to worship them after another man has already had his fun. I remind you over and over that this is your sex life. Not passion, not intimacy. Just you, down beneath me, devoted to cleanup duty and loving every humiliating second of it. The more I mock you for it, the more turned on you become, because deep down you know this is exactly where you belong.