Those shiny black patent stilettos are made to ruin you. Watch my milky calves and ankles dance across the screen while your mind slips deeper into servitude. Every step, every sway teases you closer to worship, and you know you’d do anything for a lick, a kiss, or even the chance to clean them with your tongue.
I might walk through something filthy just to mark these heels for you, and you’d still be begging for more. Welcome to your new obsession: my soles, my stilettos, and the delicious power they have to bend you to my will.