汗まみれの足を崇拝する罰されたrommate firl

I didn't take your shirt.

Then where did it go?

I don't know.

Please, stop lying to me.

Alright, I wore it.

I got a little bit of ketchup on it.

I need to wash it.

I will ask you next time. I'm really sorry.

You got ketchup on my shirt?

Yeah.

Oh my god.

I can't believe you ruined my shirt.

It's not ruined, I promise.

I'll wash it. I will.

I don't think ketchup stains come out.

Are you sure?

They never have for me in the past.

I'm sorry.

I don't think sorry is good enough.

I think you're going to have to clean my feet, actually.

What?

That's the punishment.

I'm not cleaning your feet.

No, I think you're going to clean my feet.

Come on, get down there.

Do it.

Alright, alright, alright.

And guess what? Every time you want to borrow one of my shirts, you're going to have to clean my feet from now on.

That's right. I hope you enjoy that.

I hope you enjoy that as much as you enjoy wearing my shirts.

Um, I think my toes need a little more attention.

Very nice.

So is there anything else you'd like to borrow from my closet?

No.

Oh. So then you must be enjoying this.

No, I think, uh, that's right.

The other foot.

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