Delicious December. Slippery soles, delicious toes. Wrapping around you. The best gift of all! Sliding between my soles, my feet pumping you dry, you’re weak and desperate to be a good boy at my feet. I know that this year has been so HARD, and by now you’re desperate to feel my feet, taste them, their soft silky perfection just has you throbbing and pumping blissfully into December, begging to serve. You will please them, spoil them, you can’t resist my seductive sensual soles. Slippery, delicious soles warm and welcoming, this is where you belong this Christmas. The pleasure, the satisfaction they bring you as a reward for your devotion, is more JOI than an inferior foot boy like you could hope for. Pump harder, faster, deeper for my feet this December. You want to be a good boy, don’t you?