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The hot sand feels incredible between my toes, and I can't help but smile knowing how filthy they're getting. Every step I take is another layer of grime that you'll be forced to worship later. You better not even think about complaining when I shove these sandy, sweaty feet in your face and command you to clean every inch with your tongue. This is what you live for, isn't it? Serving me without question, no matter how degrading the task. I can already picture the look on your face when I order you to get on your knees and taste the beach off my soles. You’ll never set foot on a beach yourself, it’s far too good for someone like you. But don’t worry, I’m bringing a piece of it home for you to taste. The warmth of the sun, the grit between my toes, even the faint smell of seaweed… you’ll experience it all through me when I force your face into my soles and make you lick until they’re spotless. Consider this your vacation, slave: worshipping the filth I bring back because you deserve nothing more.