ONWED BY MY FEET!
I’m chilling with my glossy, dripping soles up on the desk, owning the frame like the Goddess I am.
You kneel. You worship. You send.
Shiny arches, slippery toes.
One look and you already know: these perfect oiled feet own every thought in your weak little head.
No escape. Just pure submission and tribute.
Bow down and prove you belong beneath them 🦶💧💸...


