Me and Dizzy can’t stop laughing at you. Sitting there, already hard, stroking to the sound of our voices like the pathetic little foot freak you are. Not just obsessed with feet… but also cursed with that tiny, worthless dick. You know it. We know it. And we’re going to enjoy reminding you exactly how pathetic you are. You don’t get girls. You don’t get laid. You don’t even really count as a man. You live for moments like this, being humiliated by two girls who wouldn’t even look twice at you in real life, unless it was to laugh. And guess what? That’s exactly what we’re doing. We instruct you to stroke, mocking you through every second of it. You’re so desperate, so easy to break. And when we hit you with that 10 second countdown, you blow your load fast and sloppy, ruined without a single hand on it. Just a pathetic dribble, exactly what we expected. But you’re not done. Oh no. We make you use your own mess as lube for round two. It’s disgusting, and so perfect for you. Even worse? You don’t get to skip eating it this time. We know you hesitate, but you’re going to lick your hand clean. The teasing and stroking continues, and so does the humiliation. Until finally, your second countdown hits, and we instruct you to make a complete mess all over yourself. Just a soaked, humiliated, foot-obsessed loser. And we’re still laughing at you when it’s over and you have another mess to lick clean.