You’re fucked for fishnet feet. The moment they are in your face is the moment you lose ALL control. Because they are your weakness. Your kryptonite. can’t help but furiously pump to them, eliminating any and all thoughts that don’t involve worshipping my feet with your entire existence. They get you nice and dumb and horny. Willing to do whatever I want. And that’s when you start spending. Because my black fishnets and matching pedicure, demand it.
