On your knees is right where a little foot worshipper like you belongs. You’re so patient and eager as I dangle my leather pumps over your face, teasing you with my toes before I throw off my pumps for you to sniff the scent of my sheer, black, shine pantyhose. It feels so good to stroke and give in as you worship my feet. Breathing in nothing but my feet and touching yourself is a panty hose, foot boys’ heaven.