A lot of people tell me they dream of being at my feet. To face plant into my soft, pink soles, to make love to my perfect wrinkles and to suck on my ticklish toes. Often times, you guys message me, telling me that I’m SO diabolically mean for showing them off in all the photo albums and fetish sessions I’ve done since I began this journey a year ago. But you haven’t seen mean yet. I’m only just beginning this journey. You want mean? How about this...
Are you wondering why you’re sitting there across the counter from me? It’s simple really. I just finished my work out and boy are my feet tired! Oh gosh, I’m pretty sure they’re REALLY sweaty too… Are you alright if I take off my shoes and socks off to give my feet a nice oily rub? You wanna help? Well isn’t that sweet of you! But you’re here to find out what it’s actually like if I genuinely decided to be mean to you, remember? So you just sit there and watch, as I slip off my socks and pour massage oil all over my sweaty, pink s
