Mila P

You don’t get to see my feet. You’re not worthy of that. You haven’t earned the privilege of my toes, my soles, or even a single glance at

You can’t touch me. You’ll never have me. Not my body, not my voice, and definitely not my perfect, pampered feet. And yet here you are,

Mmm, my feet are extra ripe today. No socks, just my dirtiest sneakers and a full day of walking around—exactly how you like them. The

This? This is all it takes to break you. Just my middle finger… and suddenly you’re weak, desperate, humiliated—and hard. You’re not like