You’ve always been a foot boy, but what you crave goes a bit farther than what most men in your position lust after. Sure, you desire the act of kissing my perfect feet, but you can’t resist the remnants left over from my pedicure pampering. That’s right, you salivate at the sight, and even the thought, of my foot dust. The sound of me filing my soles is almost enough to get you off as you stroke to the tease in front of you. You want to taste the dust that falls off of my skin so badly. It’s the most intimate act you can imagine, being able to taste and consume a part of Goddess, no matter how insignificant it seems.