your pov when i use you as a slave the whole day, you’re not allowed to look at my face, look down and stare hungrily at my socks and sneakers, eagerly waiting for us to get home so you can remove them, smell them, kiss them and finally lap up my sweat
In a moment of weakness, after drooling to my pics , you could not resist clicking my links and just sending me a little piece of your life saving to your new gothic goddess
You can’t keep my wrinkled soles or pretty tops out of your mind. Making you a blubbering mess is so easy at this point. You truly need to just give it up, you’ll always be a bitch to my feet
