You know you're obsessed with my feet. They are your weakness. You'll do anything to be able to touch them, kiss them, lick them, fuck them. Even when I talk about my feet, you get hard. You're hard and throbbing now. But you don't deserve them. You only deserve my toe cheese - the nasty, stinky, filth that collects under my toenails. It's disgusting. But so are you. That's why you're going to eat it.