Admit it, you are constantly thinking about my feet. Their Wrinkles. My cute little toes. You can try to stay away from them all you want, but we both know who will win this battle. You will come crawling back, begging to be owned by my feet. You know you are a foot loser, who can't help but stroke it to my powerful feet. Once a foot loser, always a foot loser. I bet if I whipped my tits out, nipples and all, you'd still be staring at my feet. What will it be??? Tits or feet? Feet, DUH!

Admit it, you are constantly thinking about my feet. Their Wrinkles. My cute little toes. You can try to stay away from them all you want, but we both know who will win this battle. You will come crawling back, begging to be owned by my feet. You know you are a foot loser, who can't help but stroke it to my powerful feet. Once a foot loser, always a foot loser. I bet if I whipped my tits out, nipples and all, you'd still be staring at my feet. What will it be??? Tits or feet? Feet, DUH!