Are you ready for your final test, my filthy little foot licker? You’ll stroke to my perfect feet until you can’t hold back. When you explode, your mess lands right where it belongs, on my toes, and you’ll clean every drop. I want your tongue worshipping, tasting, obeying. The slickness, the scent, the humiliation…. so perfect. Good boys clean up after themselves… are you good enough for me?