Watch me slowly massage my soft, oiled soles and perfect toes right in front of you… feeling every inch, every curve. The way the oil glistens, the way my arches flex… you can almost smell them, can’t you? These feet were made to be worshipped. Drop to your knees. Kiss the screen. Beg to get closer. The more you worship, the weaker you become… and the more I love owning you. Who’s going to be my good little foot boy today? Prove it in the comments
