Lockdown with a FOOT GODDESS. Is it like a dream come true for any FOOT LOVER out there? Picture this: you work on your videogame or netflix backlog, while I telecommute attorney stuff, while DANGLING, DIPPING, FLEXING, because that's what I do.

By nap time, I'll give a "helping hand" (lots of pun intended) - to easy you into rest mood.

Lay down and disconnect. I own your five senses.

Watch your GODDESS in anticipation. The ULTRA VINEGARY FLATS you love. Stare.

One HEAVILY WORN KNEE-HIGH comes off, directly into your mouth. Taste my feet.

Now DEE...

Lockdown with a FOOT GODDESS. Is it like a dream come true for any FOOT LOVER out there? Picture this: you work on your videogame or netflix backlog, while I telecommute attorney stuff, while DANGLING, DIPPING, FLEXING, because that's what I do.

By nap time, I'll give a "helping hand" (lots of pun intended) - to easy you into rest mood.

Lay down and disconnect. I own your five senses.

Watch your GODDESS in anticipation. The ULTRA VINEGARY FLATS you love. Stare.

One HEAVILY WORN KNEE-HIGH comes off, directly into your mouth. Taste my feet.

Now DEEP SNIFF, one (STAINED) NYLONED SOLE, five (SOCK LINTED) TOES. Smell my feet.

This time, funnily enough, you chose to GRAB my BOOBS. Touch me.

Now close your eyes, think about nothing but the incoming EXPLOSION. Can you hear my handwork on your SLIPPERY COCK? Yes, you can hear me.

Rest well. Lockdown just started.