Me and Miss Amy are sitting on the floor, our pretty flip-flops dangling from our feet, and we notice how you just can’t stop staring. We laugh and tease, watching you squirm while trying to figure out exactly what it is that drives you crazy... is it the look, the sound, or the way our soles slap against them? We keep playing with you, letting the straps slap against our feet, taunting you as we talk about how obvious your obsession is. Maybe you’re one of those who gets weak for flip-flops… maybe you can’t help yourself. Either way, we make sure you know just how pathetic, exposed and horny your little obsession makes you feel.
