You wish more than anything that you could be her, don't you? Waiting eagerly on your knees as I strip my boots from my feet. The smell of my sweaty soles lingering in the air as your mouth would water, just as hers is. The difference? She, actually get's the pleasure of worshiping them. She gets to slide her tongue against my wrinkles, and pop her toes between her lips. She, gets to take all of my foot into her throat. Even both double stacked at the same time. She, gets to live out your wildest fantasy. And it's driving you crazy. I love it. I love taunting you with your wildest fantasy and reminding you that it is merely a pipe dream. Only this eager little foot slut will be worshipping my feet today...