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I tower over your pathetic little body in my glossy, sky-high boots, looking down at you like the insignificant bug you are. You tremble, between fear and lust, knowing damn well you don't deserve to worship me but you still beg for it. My legs stretch above your worthless existence, tight in black latex, every inch of me untouchable, divine and dangerous. You stare up at me, eyes wide, cock twitching, waiting like a desperate freak for that final moment. And when my sole lifts above your face, heavy, cruel, perfect... you already know it's over. You're not a man. You're prey. And I crush things that crawl beneath me, slowly and with pleasure!