The million dollar view, the view the old man can’t get out of his head. So moist, so gummy and I haven’t even given you the dripping sloppy view yet. Watch me slather them up. You can imagine yourself inside them old man, but we both know you couldn’t handle it. My wrinkled, oiled soled would absolutely be the end of you.
Foot boy kneels and listens intently as I describe my recent sexcapade with my lover.
Do you think you could every kiss my feet as passionately as he kisses my body? Could you tongue the bottom of my foot the way he ran his tongue up and down my body. A foot bitch on his knees begging to worship my feet doesn’t even compare to my lover’s pleasure. So humiliating hearing about it yet so hot being humiliated by it.
Kiss them nice and delicately, gentle little kisses to put me in the mood. I want it sweet and sensual before you get down and dirty sucking my toes. You’d love to ravish my feet and make sweet, sweet love to them the way my lover took me. But in no way does a foot boy compare.
Add my socks to your collection. Pay any price. Break the bank if you have to. That’s how much these stinky cute but filthy socks of mine have got you hotter than you’ve ever imagined you’d be.
Sniff my moist sock. Taste my sweet sweat inside your mouth.
Stroking away stuffed full of my socks. Feet smothering your face. Could it get any better than this?
I slowly slip my foot out of my heel and dangle it. The dangle drives you wild.
My toes wiggling behind the thin fabric of my hose turns you on. Pretty toes in sheer hose. Embrace my foot, slide it against your face and sniff.
It’s not every day that I command you to your knees and allow the honor of kissing my boots. Dragging your tongue from the tip to the top, kissing on command. And don’t forget that heel. I love when you suck my heel.