you can never seem to shut the fuck up about worshipping my sweaty, stinky soles. you always BEG me to push your limits- coe rcing you to worship in the most humiliating ways. The filthier my feet are, the more turned on you get. Honestly, I don't blame you though. My feet are more than flawless. Boys as pathetic as you only deserve to worship the ground I walk on and the perfect toes that touch it. you've become so accustomed to the filthiest worship sessions and it's impossible to treat you like a real man. I don't even view you as a human. you don't deserve that title anymore. I have much better plans for you... you deserve a life sentence of being my favorite pair of sneakers. This works out for the both of us. I won't have to be bothered with giving you attention and you won't have to deal with those gruesome hours you're not worshipping my mucky soles. I have so many plans for you bitch. And they'll be so much hotter now that you can be walked all over 24/7 by me.
