Verpletterende zilte cashewnoten

I keep hearing rumours people think that I am straight. I'm certainly not - and for the best part, cisgender heterosexual men have no interest to me. Well, other than if they're on their knees... serving me. While there are of course many good boys; there are many who are useless and have nothing better to do than blame others for their faults. I don't have time for that. There is no use for them. Their only use at all is to be crushed under my feet. The cashews I crush and grind into dust, represent them. Fittingly, I'm sure many will be salty, just like the cashews! This clip has many close ups of my boots as I crush and grind the cashew nuts.