You should feel lucky I let you worship my feet

It's like perfect.

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

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

Please say "Please, Miss Whitney 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?

Because I know that's what you do.

Maybe they would grasp you.

Put a little pressure.

Keep stroking it. I hope this is left wild in your imagination.

Somebody likes looking at our feet. I know, look at that.

You have a pretty toe right now. I'm jealous. Dirty boy.

What are you staring at?

My feet.

I love it when you get excited over my toes.

Do you like these feet?

Nice warm feet.

I wish you were here.

I love it here.

Keep going. Keep staring at my feet until you can't handle it anymore.

I know the sensation is killing you, but just keep going for me.

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