You thought you could handle me? That's cute. I'm towering over you, all thick thighs, curves, and attitude, dressed as Wonder Woman because honestly? I AM her. And you? You're nothing but a little speck on the floor, staring up at the bottoms of my dry, stinky feet. Yeah, they've been in boots all day. They're warm. They're rank. And you're gonna worship every single wrinkle and crack like it's a privilege ... because it is. I stand over you, looking down with that look that makes your stomach drop. You don't get to move. You don't get to look away. You just kneel there and take it while I press my soles closer and closer to your face, telling you exactly how pathetic you are for loving this. Big feet. Big woman. Big energy. And you? Small. Helpless. Exactly where you belong. You'll beg to smell them. You'll thank me for the humiliation. And when I'm done with you, you'll crawl back and buy this clip again.
