Well look at you At my feet, weak, desperate and cock throbbing. Dying to spoil them, desperate to please them. You can’t take your eyes off MY feet. They already have a hold on you, you just can’t keep away can you? You crave them, you need them. Those warm soft silky soles, their seductive manipulating moves. You want to feel them stroke against your lips, touch them. You WANT to hear me say your name don’t you foot bitch, as you worship and stroke to them. But Who even are you? You stroke and beg for my feet and I don’t even know you, your bound to a silent state or worship that I don’t even hear. Your nothing to me. MY feet already control boy even an invisible foot boy like you, footprints all over your weak mind. You cannot resist and I feel very soon, you’re going to give in and introduce yourself properly. To Impress Miss Venom's Feet you will Tribute or add my Markup codes