Are you ready for your final test, my filthy little foot-licker? You’ll stroke to my perfect feet until you can’t hold back. When you explode, your mess lands right where it belongs, on my toes, and you’ll clean every drop. I want your tongue worshiping, tasting, obeying. The slickness, the scent, the humiliation. so perfect. Good boys clean up after themselves, are you good enough for me?