You’d do anything to get close to my oily soles, wouldn’t you? To be able to slide in and out of every perfect wrinkle. You’re practically drooling at the thought of sucking on my heels beneath my feet where you righteously belong. My oiled soles are here for me, and me only. I am a Goddess and only Goddess’ get to touch silken toes. Oil makes them so slick and soft just begging to be caressed, keep gawking maybe we can make a trade? Sole for Soul. What do you say?