So in this one, your favorite foot guy has been avoiding you. You haven’t seen him online, no new custom orders, no messages... nothing! Apparently he’s trying to convince himself that he’s free, that he’s beaten the obsession. You used to be in touch with him regularly. He was always ordering naughty custom barefoot JOIs and you quickly evolved into a foot goddess! Every one of his customs were identical: you fully dressed, barefoot, giving him sensual dirty talk stroking encouragement to your precious “feeties” while your fist pumps up and down in a relentless handjob rhythm until you give him the cum countdown. Every time the same buttery soft soles, same sweet voice, same nonstop hand pumping until he cums on command. You slip off your shoes, let those ticklish bare feeties fill the screen, toes wiggling. You tell him to drop his pants and start stroking. The second your soles are out and your fist begins pumping—slow, then faster—he never could resist your hand movements no matter how hard he tries. And now is no different. You show him your soles, make him unzip and get him pumping in no time. It’s so easy to seduce him. Almost effortless. That’s when you scold him—playfully but at the same time, you remind him who’s boss. You ask where he’s been hiding, what he’s been up to, has he been perving on other ladies’ bare feet? ..or, WORSE.. is he actually trying to quit??? Let the questions drip with mock-surprise, then tighten into a sweet little threat: you know who he is. From every order, you know his name, his number and where he lives. And you wonder aloud what his family would think if they knew exactly how he strokes to ladies’ bare feet? Do they know he calls them “feeties”? What would they think about his massive collection of foot smut? Or his obsession with foot tickling? And what would they say about how many times you’ve had your soles in his face, pumping your fist up and down and back and forth, counting him down to explosion again and again? So many times you’ve lost count! You make it clear tha you own his cock and his secrets. Tell him—lightly, teasingly—that he’s gonna be ordering another custom tonight, same everything: clothed, barefoot, feeties talk, your fist pumping until he erupts. As soon as he’s done wiping his cum off the computer from this countdown he better order one or you’ll make sure his family learns all about his custom orders and his naughty sneaky foot tickling cock stroking habits. Ends with cum countdown.