I know you’re sitting there, imagining yourself curled up at my feet, inhaling the scent of my worn socks like the desperate little foot-slut you are. Too bad fantasies cost money. So, start sending.
Ass in denim, dirty soles up and you’d sell your soul just to sniff the spot I was layin’ in. Get on the floor, on your knees, shut up, and serve bitch 🧎♂️
