I know you crave sexy feet like mine. Round toes, wrinkled soles, and oh-so inviting. It doesn't matter if they're clean or dirty, big or small, as long as they're mine. You live to admire them, to worship them, and the time has come. I know you have a crush on me, but it's really about my feet. I see the way you look at them, like they're a gift from the Gods themselves. And they are, aren't they? You want to run your hands over every inch of them, take in each pretty painted toenails, and maybe even let your tongue dance between my toes. Today, I want you to feel. Feel the way your heart races as you stroke to my feet, breathe in their exhilarating scent. Let yourself get lost in the sensation of pleasing me, until you can barely think straight. I know what you really want. You want permission to come all over my feet. You've earned it today. So go ahead, let yourself go. Give in to that primal urge, let your orgasm consume you, as you worship at my feet. Because this is the experience you've been craving, and I'm here to give it to you. Now, what exactly are you waiting for?