Mila P

Look at you… sitting there like a good little loser, ****d by every move I make. You know watching me through a screen is the closest

Aww… look at you. Lying there on the floor like the pathetic little doormat you are. I walk in from a long day—my shoes filthy, my feet

My bare feet are already out, waiting for you. Smooth, soft soles, perfectly arched, toes wiggling just for your eyes. I know how much you

Mmm… look at you already staring. You can’t help yourself, can you? I know exactly what you want. I just got my toes done—bright, glossy