You can’t remember a time when my divine feet didn't exist.
You can’t imagine a time that you wouldn’t be kneeling at my feet.
You crave my delicious soles, their perfect form, mind fucking you as you worship.
You obsess, goon, spoil and worship them consistently because you have become my mindless stroking foot addict.
You can’t get enough.
Nothing feels better than stroking to my plump, sexy, pink and cute wrinkled soles.
Always teasing your inferior mind, constantly in your thoughts, permanently throbbing for my feet.
There’s a reason why my soles are so delic... Show more