You always come back. No matter how hard you try to act normal… to ignore it… to push it away, you end up right where you belong. At step-Mommy’s feet. I see straight through you. The need. The weakness. The quiet craving to be guided, released… owned in the softest, most undeniable way. Clear rules. A place for you to exist without pretending to be something you’re not. And my feet? Not just something to cum to… Something to focus on. Something to tease you. Something that reminds you exactly where you stand. Every moment makes you harder and harder to look away. And by the end… you will be granted a permission to make a little mess…
