You’re already leaking, loser. Just a glimpse of my bratty, unmanicured soles and you’re twitching, weak, desperate to obey. Every stroke, every edge is mine to command — one stroke for each toe, faster when I say, stop when I say. You’ll worship, beg, and ache for feet that will never truly be yours. My arches, my toes, my raw natural power… I own your orgasm. You’re nothing but my foot bitch, stroking to my perfection and praying I let you release. Keep leaking. Keep buying. Your addiction belongs to me.
