My bare feet are the center of your world, and my round ass only makes them more tempting. Watch me flex, arch, and curl my toes right in front of you, let your pulse spike as the scent and sight pull you deeper into your weakness. This is where you belong, nose and face hungry for my soles.
Keep watching as I tease the arches, as my heels press and release, imagining the warmth and salt of my skin on you. You crave this submission, foot freak, so keep your eyes on me and remember: your only job is to worship, and I decide how much you deserve.