You’re at my feet—right where you belong. I start in soft white socks, giving you a slow, seductive view of every wrinkle and flex. But as the heat builds, the socks come off, and you get the full show: bare, smooth soles up close and personal. All while I let out deep, loud burps that echo with satisfaction. It’s raw, shameless, and designed for lovers of feet, gas, and total goddess energy. Come worship.