I dont blame you for being obsessed with my feet

I knew you were staring at my perfect feet. Although I can't blame you. I mean, they're

beautiful. Look at my perfect pedicured toes. Spread them apart. Sexy soles. Look at that

scrunch. I know. They're a perfect size 9. Silky smooth. Nice and pink. Pretty much perfect

feet. I know you dream about them. I know you want to just rub my feet, kiss my feet,

come all over my feet, anything to do with my feet. Look at them.