Why do you have to run to the bathroom every time we do it?

Oh, you know, I have to put the condom on.

But you’re in there for 15… sometimes even half an hour.

I… I have to physically get on my knees and worship the perfect feet of a Goddess whom I can’t even afford to have glance in my direction.

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Wouldn’t it be so easy if you could just be honest? Tell her the truth about you be an insatiable slut for perfect feet? The thing is, you just can’t settle for catfish after tasting caviar. You can’t just get off to any feet, they can’t even be your girlfriend’s feet. They have to belong to the most perfect Goddess ever, one whose perfectly pedicured toes you could only ever dream of sniffing.

Sure, you could tell her… and she’d just be totally weirded out. She’d never look at you again. She’d recoil every time you touch her legs, something you only have the secret privilege of doing now because you haven’t told her. No, you’re not a foot guy * grabs onto her soles while you’re balls deep inside of her *

You would never get to worship your girlfriend’s feet the way you need to. She’s way too vanilla, her mind completely unfamiliar with the deep dark rabbit holes you’ve dived down with your quest to find the world’s most perfect toes. She wouldn’t take pleasure in your worship, it would never work. You need somebody to command you to beg for it. Forehead to the ground for feet.

Yes, it’s that serious. You need to inhale toes. You need to press on squishy soles. You need admire the wrinkles that form as they flex and scrunch. You share your home with your girlfriend but you need to be smothered and trampled by the perfect feet of a Goddess just to feel like you have a place in this world.

listen to this post and indulge in secret foot worship on my Loyalfans