Iβm the Queen of this kingdom β and my feet are your only throne. π
My soles? Soft, smooth, and waiting for your desperate little face. π£
Your tongue isnβt yours anymore.
It belongs to me.
And I want it worshipping every inch of my solesβ¦ right now. π
π
Donβt keep me waiting, pet.
The question isβ¦
Are you even worthy of licking them? π