The warm water runs slowly over my ankles, caressing my feet like a lover’s touch. Each droplet glides between my toes, across my soles, making me shiver in the most delicious way. I pause, letting the stream kiss every inch... Can you imagine being down there? Tasting what the water barely touches, breathing in the scent of soap and warm skin. My feet glisten, wet and soft, just for you. I know you’d worship them like they deserve… and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you.

My bare feet touch the cold floor, and the contrast with my soft skin makes me shiver. I walk slowly, knowing your eyes follow every step... the perfect arches, the delicate toes, the clean soles—just waiting to be worshipped. I sit down, lift them up, and show them off without shame. Can you see them? So soft, so tempting. I run a finger along my sole... slowly. I imagine it’s your tongue. I bite my lip and bring them close to the camera—so close you can almost smell them. Do you like that? Say it. Now picture them on your face, pressing, teasing, maybe even owning you... just for the thrill of watching you beg.