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.
I love worn socks. They get my footboys going. So worn out, so holy. And I can’t be walking around in holy socks. And since my standards are too high to wear holy socks – as should any woman’s – I’m going to recycle them to you.
What price will foot bitch pay for such high quality second hand goods? Tell me how badly you need these socks. To be instructed to sniff and worship me is truly a foot boy’s fantasy cum true. Look at these beautiful feet and tell me all the reasons why you need to worship me.
Stroke to my wide soft soles and big juicy soles. Stare up at your dream, my good little foot bitch and count down with me.
Tell me how it feels being a pathetic foot bitch, coerced before my feet. Coerced to take a sniff of my stinky sock. Go ahead foot bitch, this is your permission to take a sniff of my disgusting worn workout sock and tell me just how much it turns you on. Tell me how my feet own you. And how my feet control you. You’re nothing more than a hopeless foot bitch destined to serve my feet for eternity.
Look at these worn socks, the fabric worn through and look at you down there salivating. Desperate to worship perfection. Take another sniff and thank me for giving you purpose.
Wow, what a fucking moron. I can’t believe you voted for Trump. Fucks like you shouldn’t even be allowed to reproduce. Which is why I’m going to give you a JOI cum countdown to my dirty feet and waste your sperm. You don’t deserve pussy, all you deserve is the filth and dirt off the bottom of my feet. Lap it up, stroke it off, and cum on command.
You guessed it, this was a custom clip request.
My feet are perfection and you pray to your foot god.
First I give them a nice little shaving to get off all the old skin… which I then of course allow you to purchase to add to your alter of me. I am your one true god and you bow down and pray before me, at my mercy. I pamper my feet and you worship from afar, always serving pure perfection.
