Prove Your Obedience to my Feet (Janira Wolfe)

It's such a tease it is to just watch that shoe dangling from my nylon-covered foot.

I bet you wish you could smell it, touch it, lick it.

We'll get there, my dear.

But I need you to really want it.

You know, to really experience that intense desire

for me to just drop my shoe,

letting out all of that sweet, sweet odor from my foot.

Can you smell it?

Does it just smell fucking amazing?

Take it all in.

Incredible, right?

But look at this.

I still have one foot nice and ripe and sweaty and still in my shoe.

That one might be even more delicious as I put it up to your face.

Tell me you want it.

Tell me you need to have it.

That you'll keep coming back because you can't fucking have it.

You're just so completely and totally addicted to those perfect feet.

It's so moist I get in those heels.

It is summertime in Los Angeles after all.

And that moisture feels so good as I rest those feet on your face, doesn't it?

Does it just feel fucking amazing?

Breathe it in. Breathe it in. Good.

Shall I let you taste those my lips?

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