You are totally addicted to my feet arent you

I want you to put every one of my toes in your mouth and circle your tongue around them.

I want you to bite the soles.

And then I want you to wipe my feet down with a warm washcloth while you massage them.

And then I want you to get right in here and massage them with those big strong hands

of yours.

I want you on the floor, on all floors, worshiping my feet, my toes.

They smell so good, don't they?

It's like you can smell the designer shoe just coming right off my feet.

I'm really excited.

That's what I'm hoping.

I'm hoping that when I do this, it gets you excited.

Uh huh.

It's like perfect.

They're just spread wide waiting for you to come and have your way with them.

Come play.

Still looking at those feet? Are you begging for it?

Please say "Please, Miss Winnie Morgan, let me come!"

I might even want pedicure.

You know, maybe I want red nails later.

Imagine all the things you want to do with these feet.

What the heck am I doing with these feet?

I want you to lick them.

I want to feel your hot, moist mouth wrapping around my toes.

What would they do if they caught you sneaking into my bedroom, sniffing my dirty socks?

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