This is your job: be my foot-worshiping piece of furniture. An object with one sole purpose. An open mouth, an obedient tongue, a human rug. I sit on top of you, in a sheer black leotard, my entire body pressing down on you while you support my weight like a bench. This is the perfect position to shove my feet into your mouth and use you as my own personal welcome mat. I cover your face with my soles, locking the arches together so there's no opening. I love using a foot bitch's mouth thoroughly, and my feet are small enough that both of them fit inside your stupid mouth. I gag you with them, dipping them as deep as I can down your throat. I make you stick out your tongue and I swipe my soles on it, from heel to toe. I order you to lick between my white painted toes. As I giggle, energized by the sheer power I wield over you, I take full advantage of your submissive position and make you worship my perfect feet until I'm satisfied. Featuring Cowboy Strapon