내 책상 발 숭배 아래 무시

Lay under my desk completely silent as I work. Admire my long toes and soft soles as I ignore you. The creases of my feet as I wiggle them back and forth in front of you. Watching as long fingers and nails caress along my whole foot. Teasing you with the sight and feel as I press my red painted toes into your face and mouth. Absentmindedly making you worship them as I busy myself on the computer above you. Looking down only to remind you to be quiet.