Cuckie drools on his knees while OG Tierra Doll and my real man lounge barefoot, our soles side by side. He’s told to stare, stroke, and repeat the words we feed him: “My place is beneath their feet.” Each wrinkle, each slow toe curl melts his mind deeper into servitude. The only thing he’ll ever worship harder than my arches is the pair of feet that actually get to step on me. Ready to leak, loop, and lose yourself for us?
