Creamy silky wrinkles hidden underneath my worn out socks. My feet own you. They consume your thoughts and control your orgasms. Imagine my feet smashing my stinky socks down onto your face. Restraining my socks over your nose and mouth. You can do nothing other than smell my socks and taste my beautifully wrinkled feet. Smothered and covered, consumed by my feet and blessed with a foot cum countdown. Oh foot bitch! How lucky you are.

So cute right? I don’t even have to try. I just show up and snap my fingers and I effortlessly get what I want. All because of you. I only have to exist. I flaunt in your face my natural ability to profit off of being me. I mean, how many more ways can I say it? It’s the truth. You with your beta brain, you’re predisposed to be naturally attracted to, helpless in fact to an assertive, sexy woman. I just show up and I take what I want from you. The real magic happens when it’s just be being me. Reality is hotter than fantasy. My candid ability to work over men is true power.

Faggot, cock whore faggot. Seeing this beautiful cock throbbing between my tits, the faggot can barely control himself. You want nothing more than to drop to your knees and suck. You’re a wanna be cum dumpster, a cum whore thrown to your knees and pounded away at. You’re a faggot for big black cock. Say with with me, “I’m a faggot for big black cock!” Louder and again. Over and over repeating for me the world to hear.

Beg me to feed you, my little faggot his big black cock treat. Plugged and gagging on it. A cock in the face and oh, what’s this? A cock in the cunt too. Bounce on it while I shove my bbc down your throat. And thank me for stuffing you full of cock.

And oh do I have a surprise for you in the end. Ever been cream pied? Lick your lips and slurp all that cum that drips out of your pussy from the floor.

Do you love my girls? Oh, I know you do. You are obsessed with my girls. My two beautiful twins. And there’s not a day that goes by without you thinking about them. Addicted, huh? So go on and be a good boy and tell the girls how you feel about em. For once in your life I am going to tell you to direct your attention to my chest and not into my eyes. Tell them how thankful you are being allowed to focus on them.
Say, “I love you, girls! Thank you girls for bringing me so much pleasure and JOI.”

You love being told to confess to my tits. “Thank you, girls!” for carrying you through so many lonely nights.

Now ask the girls if they will please accept tribute as a form of thanks and appreciation. Beg my girls to accept your tribute. It’s an honor to talk directly to the girls. So what do you say girls? Do we accept his tribute as thanks?

You adore viewing my leather gloves rubbing my round ass. How mesmerizing it is. How it’s causing you to throb uncontrollably. And how much you love being a good boy, earning these mind fuckingly delicious rewards.

But now tell me, do you really think you deserve this, deserve me? *SMACK* Maybe I need to smack some sense into you.

Anticipating the feel of my leathered gloves touch your face, so worked up to feel me make that connection. So tell me how much harder you are going to work for me, my glove obsessed bitch. You need to be used by my leather gloves, smacking you in the face.