Martina's friend gave her a present. Martina lifted the lid - inside were a group of l*ttle dwarfs, all looking up at her.

She smiled, then lifted her foot and stepped into the shoe.

The heel fell first, followed by the bottom of the shoe; the toe then pressed down, and the four dwarfs were pushed to the corner and couldn't move. She stomped, shifting her heel, pressing down with the sole, rubbing the bottom of the box around. She lifted her foot, her heel scraping, the sole pressing down, and one of the dwarfs was pulled out and pressed back into the box; then she stepped down again, the toe of the shoe pushing into the gap, and one was pulled out and flattened against the bottom of the box.

"Come out."

She bent down, picked up the dwarfs one by one, lined them up on the red carpet, with the shoe tips touching the ground.

"Clean it for me."

The dwarfs rushed towards her, clinging to the sole and rubbing up against it. The camera followed the shoe lines: the dry mud was being scraped inch by inch, they slipped and fell, got up and rubbed their faces against the sole. Some even stuck out their tongues and l*cked from the highest point of the shoe tube, one mouthful after another along the leather lines, down to the ankle, then circling around the sole, all the way to the toe. MARTINA lifted her ankle, letting them l*ck from the top to the bottom, without raising her eyelids. When the last grain of mud was scraped off, her foot sank - the shoe bottom flattened down, and the three people were pressed into the carpet fibers, and the moans escaped through the shoe seam.

She began to step. The heel fell, the sole was pressed down, the bottom of the shoe rubbed over the people; she lifted her foot, using the heel to nail one, slowly rotating half a circle, then covering the entire sole, rubbing back and forth. One step, one press, one step, finally lifting her foot, scraping the shoe bottom that was stuck to the ground, rubbing a couple of times.

She picked up another one with the toe, raised it to mid-air, watching as their limbs flailed, then released, letting him fall, and stepping down to hold him.

"It's so hot."

She sat down, took off her boots, and threw them aside. Her sweaty feet stepped on the carpet, emitting white steam, her toes spreading and closing. She stretched out her foot and pushed it in front of the dwarfs.

"Keep l*cking, clean it up."

The dwarfs rushed towards her, their faces pressed against the sole, exhaling to spread the sweat. Several dwarfs started l*cking from the ankle downwards: l*cking the back of the foot, into the toe gaps, one by one, cleaning them until they were pressed out, then against the sole from front to back. She was itchy and shrank her foot, then put it back; her toes picked up one, raised it to the front to look, threw it back onto the ground, letting him continue from the toes back. The sweat on the sole was l*cked shiny, she used the sole to flatten one, then pressed it back with the heel, gradually increasing the pressure.

She stood up, supporting herself on the ground, and stepped down with her entire sole.

The sole covered one dwarf c*mpletely, she exerted herself, the toes moving back and forth; take two steps, the sole?? over a row? the heel landing and adding a final step? crushing the struggle into a series of groans. She used the sole to flip the person over? rubbed back and forth with the sole? the toes clamped and pressed back? finally lifting her foot? using the heel to crush the person into the fibers.

"It's clean now? it's time to pay the debt."

She sat back down? put on the boots again? stood up? lifted her foot towards the remaining patches on the carpet? with a heavy thump on the shoe bottom.

Then she picked up the gift box? bent down? used her fingertips to throw the dwarfs back into the box? closed the lid? patted it? and without looking back? left.

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