He’s been begging for a footjob… craving it, obsessing over it. But he hasn’t earned that reward. Not even close. He knows his place is beneath me, worshipping every inch of my perfect feet. That’s all he’s good for. I let him stroke his pathetic little maggot while he gets lost in the scent, the taste, the feel of my soles and toes. He sniffs deeply, desperate for my scent, like a real foot addict. He licks slowly, savoring the salty softness, and sucks on my long, elegant toes like they’re the only thing keeping him alive. This isn’t pleasure for him—it’s submission. And I own every second of it. Email us for custom Tribute if you love the video!