Black Flats

No Foot Boy can resist a woman in flats, and I can spot them a mile away. Even if your locked stare on my pretty black ballet flats didn’t give you away, it wouldn’t have mattered since I can see right through you. Don’t be shy, you don’t have to keep your fetish secret from me. I’m fine with encouraging your little kink. Fixated on my smooth legs, your imagination runs wild dreaming about the rest of my foot not covered by my flats. Every step allows you a little peek of my sweaty arches waiting to be worshipped. You gaze desperately at my flexing tendons as I slip my heel out of my shoes, dangling my pretty feet in front of your face. I’d allow you worship my tasty feet and suck my perfectly manicured toes, but your face seems to be buried in my smelly flats.