The squelch, the pressure, the juice of the grape bursting between by toes and under my soles. Would you lick my grape juice?. The compression I inflict to burst the pair of grapes, only imagining how it would be your balls I could squeeze between each toe. Listen to the juicy stickiness rubbing against my soft skin. If you love feet and love food then you'll love me. If you have a craving of both ask me and I'll be sure to create a recipe just for you.