You’re a foot bitch… my foot bitch. You can’t get enough of my perfect peds. Come on now, beg me to slowly strip off my sock and wrap it around your face. Or how about I take my sock, ball it up and shove it in your mouth and use my other sock to tie around your nose and mouth? And I’m not done with you just yet. Once you’re fully consumed with my foot smell, I’m going to put both my feet down onto your face and smother you with my wide silky wrinkled soles.
50 to life all for failure to worship my feet correctly. That’s okay though, you have the rest of your life to figure out how to worship feet correctly… on the feet of other male inmates.
You’ll never touch the foot of another woman ever again. That is unless I decide you’ve redeemed yourself, if I feel all the practice you’ve done on the feet of other men is enough to release you on good foot bitch behavior.
Forever in chastity, forever blue balled. And the only pleasure you’ll receive is from sniffing my worn socks and savoring my foot dust. Living the rest of your life under my lock and key worshipping my wrinkled soles and everything else that comes with my feet.
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?
