It weakens you to see how trashed my flats are, doesn’t it? From the cracked bottoms to the stained insides I point out every filthy detail, including the little hole about to form. Those frito, funky insides drive you wild, and my giggle tells you exactly what I want from your wet mouth.
Open wide and clean them properly. I’ll laugh as you lick every scent and schmutz from these shiny black flats with fabric soles, and I’ll make sure you know your place beneath my feet. Worship thoroughly, taste everything, and don’t stop until I say you’ve earned forgiveness.