Teasing you as I lotion up my feet, and rubbing in your face how weak you are for them. I'll even remind you of your job to take care of my spoiled, greedy feet and how you can't escape them. From their luscious beauty, the playful way I wiggle and point my toes, to how I love to shove them in your mouth; it's simply too much for you. You need me and these perfect feet. Grovel beneath me and I'll allow you make that worship puddle at my feet that you ache to release.