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My wife's girlfriend brings home treats from the cafe she works at all the time. We don't always eat them, but I try to make sure they don't go to waste.

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Black Stilettos Pastry Crush

Aww, someone brought treats from the cafe? Sure. You can have one, little slave. Stare with envy as your pastry feels the crushing weight of my beautiful black leather heels. You wish that you were the one being torn apart by my stiletto. You long to be pulverized, bit by bit under my giant shoe. Instead you're going to wipe the drool from your chin and clean this shit from my soles and eat the mess ground into the floor. Maybe if you clean up well, you'll get to kiss my feet when I come back.

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