Down at my feet, where you belong. Worship my goddess feet, foot slave...while I relax in comfort above you. My divine feet are comfy on the 'worship pillow,' ignoring because you aren't worth my time. Smell good down there, peasant? I scroll through my phone and send a few texts to my gfs about what we're gonna do this evening. I scrunch my soles, spread my toes, flex my sexy feet, rub them together a little and recross them. At times I can even smell them from where I'm sitting. I know how hot I am, and I know you're down there kissing my feet with that pathetic look of "awe" in your eyes... Show more