My ebony soles make you so weak. The smooth, glistening skin of my feet glides effortlessly over your body, sending shivers down your spine. Each step I take resonates deep within you, igniting a primal desire that you can't resist. You find yourself completely entranced by the rhythm of my movements, powerless to do anything but surrender to the allure of my ebony soles. You need my soles in your mouth. The taste of my skin against your tongue is like a forbidden fruit, satisfying a hunger you never knew you had. As you eagerly take my toes into your mouth, you feel a surge of pleasure wash over you, consuming your every thought. With each gentle suck and caress, you feel yourself falling deeper under my spell, unable to resist the overwhelming urge to please me in every way possible. And as you continue to worship my ebony soles, you know that there is no turning back - you are mine to control, to command, to worship.