Pathetic little foot bitch get on your knees. Now. Princess Chelsea’s size 9 soles are filthy from owning losers all day, and you’re cleaning them with your tongue while I ruin that sad cock. Strip. Cock out. No stroking yet. Stare at these grimy, sweaty feet and thank me out loud: 'Thank you Princess Chelsea for letting me worship your dirty size 9 soles.' Sniff deep, smell the sweat, dirt, and power. Now stroke slow… Edge, bitch. Kiss the screen on my arches. Suck each toe while you pump exactly how fast I say. Beg to cum on my dirty soles—whine like you mean it. When I say go, shoot your load right onto my filthy feet… then lick up every drop. Hold it on your tongue, swirl your shame mixed with my grime, show me—then swallow it all. Thank me properly: tell Princess Chelsea how grateful you are to eat your cum off my perfect, dirty size 9 soles. You’ll crawl back tomorrow. My feet own you.
