"Your job is to give an old guy a coronary by flexing them and using the light to exaggerate their wrinkles. He's watching on from a waiting lounge - or wherever - pretending not to notice you. Your cruel youth is going to him. Such is life - you can't handle it anymore, old man. Their soft, almost nubile pale puffiness, slick scent and sweaty essence is to be flaunted outrageously, constantly exposing the soles, splaying more than scrunching as that creates wrinkles down the entire length of your feet. You decide to go sit on a seat near to him, lying down with your soles out, perched on t...

"Your job is to give an old guy a coronary by flexing them and using the light to exaggerate their wrinkles. He's watching on from a waiting lounge - or wherever - pretending not to notice you. Your cruel youth is going to him. Such is life - you can't handle it anymore, old man. Their soft, almost nubile pale puffiness, slick scent and sweaty essence is to be flaunted outrageously, constantly exposing the soles, splaying more than scrunching as that creates wrinkles down the entire length of your feet. You decide to go sit on a seat near to him, lying down with your soles out, perched on top of one another playfully. His wife has no idea that you're causing him such agony. There's no place for the to go, he can't get an erection. Show him how you jerk off thick young cocks, a few little footjob motions, spreading those toes as if about to be glazed by something other than his pathetic drool.
Finally, the coup de grace of youth: oil. How else do you think I keep them so achingly soft you old fuck? Spread, spread, spread. Excessive rivers of oil and ridiculous wrinkles."