Hey loser, I see you stare at my feet as if you’d like to touch them. You like them close to your face like this? You love the smell of my toes when I curl them close to your nose? I can see you wish me to push them on your face but that’s not going to happen. For now you can indulge yourself with my scent and I’ll even let you imagine whatever you want. Don’t make those puppy eyes, you look ridiculous, it’s not cute, it’s actually very ugly. Your face disgusts me Frank, how the hell can you be so pathetic. Damn, even now when I’m talking to you, you keep staring at my feet. I think you need a taste of my boots in your mouth, but don’t raise your hopes, it’s just my boots, my feet won’t be inside. You like the taste of them don’t you? Imagine that they are not empty, maybe that will comfort you better. My feet are clean now so I won’t make them dirty with your loser breathe. Here, if it makes you less weepy, I’ll push the boots in your mouth with my feet. That should be enough, but don’t you dare sniffing pass that!
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