You’re totally addicted to my perfect feet. You can’t resist staring at their beauty and wishing you were lucky enough to be the loser that gets to kiss, lick, and smell them. My feet are fit for a pathetic foot lover like yourself, and you can’t get enough of them. They make you feel so weak – willing to do whatever it takes to please them. You love my soft soles and sweet toes. You love my feet, and you were born to worship every inch of their beauty.
