I want the image of my scrunched soles to be squeezed, burned into your brain. You will think of nothing else. My feet control you. My soles own you. The image of your GF will fade; replaced by the image of my wrinkled soles and my slowly wiggling toes.

I want the image of my scrunched soles to be squeezed, burned into your brain. You will think of nothing else. My feet control you. My soles own you. The image of your GF will fade; replaced by the image of my wrinkled soles and my slowly wiggling toes.