Happy Birthday Mr. Footboy. My gift to you: a trance inducing on your senses. It comes wrapped in my TOXIC VINEGARY bedroom loafers. Like facehuggers, these will SMOTHER you into oblivion, a cock-centered state of mind, where all you can feel is some kind of slippery velvet, BLOW and FOOTJOB, working to the very last drop of pleasure.

Happy Birthday Mr. Footboy. My gift to you: a trance inducing on your senses. It comes wrapped in my TOXIC VINEGARY bedroom loafers. Like facehuggers, these will SMOTHER you into oblivion, a cock-centered state of mind, where all you can feel is some kind of slippery velvet, BLOW and FOOTJOB, working to the very last drop of pleasure.