This is foot worship the way it's supposed to feel… slow, reverent, and completely out of your control.
You'll hear every instruction like it's the only sound left in the room.
You'll see my arches so close you can trace their curves, and feel your mouth ache to follow where your tongue can't reach.
This is tease and denial built for a real foot slave… JOI that edges you right to the line and holds you there, aching, until the only relief left is the one I decide to give you.
