Come forth foot freak, you’re going to worship my new pedicure. A pedicure that you paid for! Flashing you with my wrinkled soles. Teasing you with my toes. All because I can see the lust for my feet in your eyes. Speaking ever so softly, I command tributes be sent in the name of my feet. You’re damn near creating a puddle on the floor by time you send the first amount….
