Total Foot Worship
I recline on my obsidian throne, the air thick with anticipation as my hooded pet crawls forward, eyes hidden behind latex oblivion. “Lick,” I command, thrusting my arched sole toward his quivering lips. He devours it ravenously, tongue tracing every curve, sucking toes like forbidden fruit while I grind deeper, choking his devotion. His muffled … Total Foot Worship
