Relapse hour: my feet own your cock

It’s that time again. Youve foughtas long as you can. You tried to pretend to be a normal guy. Enjoy normal things. But you’re weak. So here you are. I bet you thought you’d be able to just window shop and that’d be enough to scratch your itch. But you NEED my feet. You NEED to see my toes wiggling. You NEED to see the wrinkles on my soft pink soles. But more importantly, you NEED your cock in your hand while everything else unfolds in front of you. Feet own you. Don’t fight it. Oppositionis futile.