I get home after a date night with one of my toy boys, and you’re down on your knees waiting for me like a good loser. The sound of my heels coming closer is driving you crazy. I sit down and mock you for being so pathetic, then point at my expensive designer shoes and tell you I kept them on all night. You see the loser while he enjoys having those heels on me and pleasing me in ways you never could, and never will. All you ever get is worshipping my feet after the heels come off. I make you smell my feet and ask what you can pick up—my goddess perfume, my pleasure, his scent? Bahahaha. Isn’t it funny how I shove my own kinks onto you and get you so worked up as my loser foot cuck? Product ID: 0001445