On your knees, in the corner, you gaze upon the sight of two pairs of superior soles. You feel your mouth water, longingly to wrap your lips around our supple toes. To wedge your nose in between each one and deeply inhale. To work your tongue in between the cracks and wrinkles. That's not going to happen, no matter how much you day dream desperate little foot slut. Naomi and I pay you nor your desires any mind as we chat and laugh over how helpless and weak men are for our feet. What they pay for our used socks and sneakers, cackling over the dirty and depraved things they much do with them... Show more