A slow, soothing, and calm POV to celebrate a fine pair of dirty male feet - stare right into the filthy soles of Weaver one foot at a time then both together and unwind, getting lost in the mesmerizing wriggle of long toes, the curve of arches, and flexing to flare out and show their impressive width. Oh, and try not to get distracted by the hole worn through at the crotch of Weaver's jeans from his big, muscular thighs rubbing together all the time. That preview is on the house...