My virgin slave kneels in front of me, staring at my feet, covered in my lover’s cum. he looks embarrassed, but i don’t care—i laugh at how pathetic he is. "you’ll never be a real man," i tease, pressing my foot against his face. "you’ll never replace my lover. this is the only way you’ll ever get close to me." i make him stick out his tongue, making him to clean every drop. he licks slowly at first, ashamed, but i don’t let up. "faster," i command, rubbing my messy foot over his mouth. "you don’t get to fuck. you don’t get to touch. this is all you’re good for." he swallows everything like the pathetic loser he is, knowing deep down that he’ll never be anything more than my foot-licking slave.