Your tongue’s not yours.it belongs to my feet now.to my soles, my arch, my heel. every word i say? it slides between your legs like a foot down your throat.you’ll worship. you’ll stroke. you’ll beg.not for pussy.for toes.because this clip? it turns your brain into a licking, stroking, leaking little mess that thinks with its mouth and obeys with its cock. no feet. no cum.no tongue on skin = no permission to feel.
