My feet are so sweaty and stinky under these dirty socks. I was on my feet all day so all the funk built up. That’s why I called over my weak little wallet that can’t say no to worshipping my wrinkled, ebony soles no matter what the cost. I can call you names, shove my feet in your face, and drain your wallet dry and you’ll still accept it as long as you get at least a second with my soles. Now be a good foot simp and make your first send.
*no nudity*