Imagine being lucky enough to actually know me.
To know where I live.
Imagine getting to see me, watch my beautiful feet as I stroll past you.
Imagine knowing where I lived.
Would you cum over as I sunned my feet on a hot day in the garden, make your excuses to try worn your way into my schedule.
Would you tell me your desires
And beg to be smothered by my hot superior soles.
Imagine feeling them against your face.
To actually feel their silky soft touch.
Just imagine.

Good Boys Tribute

Imagine being lucky enough to actually know me.
To know where I live.
Imagine getting to see me, watch my beautiful feet as I stroll past you.
Imagine knowing where I lived.
Would you cum over as I sunned my feet on a hot day in the garden, make your excuses to try worn your way into my schedule.
Would you tell me your desires
And beg to be smothered by my hot superior soles.
Imagine feeling them against your face.
To actually feel their silky soft touch.
Just imagine.

Good Boys Tribute