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
my pretty feet caught your attention for a reason and that task is you to pamper and send to then like a good boy and don't be a pathetic lurker like the rest