Beta boys… your tiny excuse for cocks don’t deserve my feet. Not even a glimpse. But since you beg so pathetically, like the sniveling foot bitche you are, I’ll drag this out and give you one chance to worship. Come closer, foot pig—stare, but don’t you dare touch. Look at these perfect red toes… these divine, wrinkled soles that glisten with power you’ll never possess. Every line, every curve of my feet is a masterpiece your worthless micro-penis could never appreciate. Imagine the scent, the warmth—too bad you’re just a pathetic beta foot slave, drooling from afar. Let’s get scientific, shall we, you tiny-dick loser? My toe is longer than your dick—hell, my heel is wider than your pathetic girth. And those shriveled balls? Absolutely useless, like deflated little nubs begging for mercy. Rate? Zero out of ten, foot bitch. You’re not even on the scale. I bet you prejac just thinking about my soles, don’t you? That worthless piece of flesh couldn’t satisfy a doll, let alone a queen like me. Too bad you’ll never feel my divine feet, beta. You’re just a sniveling foot pig, forever denied. But enough—pump faster now, edge until it hurts, and when you finally break… swallow that pitiful cum like the cum-eating whore you are. Now crawl away, beta foot slave. My feet are done with you, and you’re left with nothing but your worthless, tiny dick to cry over.
