"Your rival won the award. So he gets to
have me. You get the consolation prize. To kiss the toes I had
pedicured today. To beg me not to fuck him. To stare up my skirt at the
pussy that no longer belongs to you. Maybe I'll take pity on you and
give you a foot job. Not a sensual foot job, but a humiliating foot job,
like this..."
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