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When it comes to your wife, we know she cannot compete with our feet. Why did you marry her? Why are you there? Every night, when she is resting, you come to bow before our feet. It's pointless to stay in such a boring marriage. We're confident she observes your frequent absences and seclusion in your personal sanctuary. Instead of being a noble husband, you're hiding in that dark room, sulking at our feet. You're an adulterer! You can't get hard to penetration porn or your wife's terrible pussy anymore. You need humiliation and soles. We command you to stop fucking your wife and worship our soles. You'll abstain from sex with her and adore our wrinkled soles. Go ahead and count the wrinkles. Every single one. You know your wife can't compete with this. Does she even have wrinkles? She likely only has wrinkles on her face and thighs. You can't get hard on her without thinking about our feet, so stop trying. Worship ebony soles only. Her pussy doesn't feel nearly as lovely as our sexy, soft, perfect soles. You would rather be married to our soles. Your wife is unworthy and has unattractive feet. How does it feel to know you've married someone with horrible feet? It's as if she walks on the ground barefoot all fucking day.