Your BFF's Nylons

Or maybe later.

Not yet.

I want to see how desperate you get.

My brother will be so mad.

If he sees what I'm doing to you.

But I mean, it was about to happen.

Anytime I could see your face, your eyes, your attention just goes...

to here.

You know what?

I think I've decided.

Yeah.

I've decided what to do with your white gluten.

You would do anything for them.

Look at me. Listen to me.

Don't get close to my feet yet.

I haven't given you permission.

Yeah, that's right.

You thought.

Here's the deal.

I might let you touch them with your mouth and lick them and feel them.

And follow my instructions how I love them to be worshipped.

But there is a condition.

Do you want to hear it?

I know it's tough because you guys have been friends for a long time.

And well, that's life, right?

I want you all for myself.

I want you to be my devoted foot bitch slave.

And for that reason you have to stop being friends with my brother.

Yeah, yeah, that's really important.

That friendship has to end.

No more hanging out with him,

caught with him, block him.

No explanation needed.

I don't want you to be friends with him anymore.

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