Free CruelGirlfriend Foot And Shoe Worship Video Preview

Every girl you crush on treats you the fucking same. They screenshot your beggy DMs, add eye-roll emojis, and forward them to every group chat so they can all giggle about the simpy beta who just won't stay in his fucking lane. Idiots like you mistake our bare-minimum fake-politeness for hope, then get confused when we ghost you when a real man slides in with an actual chance of our attention. You're the joke of the popular-girl circles - we remember watching one of the cheerleaders shove you into the lockers in the corridor while her friends filmed; that clip still makes us all laugh whenever it makes its annual reappearance, loser. So anyway - here you are again, kneeling at my feet while I grind my heel into your forehead, reminding you that your romantic opportunity with me or any hot girl for that matter amounts to grovelling for curled lips and middle fingers and insults. Uh-huh - Girls hate your clinginess, your ugliness, your ''good-boy'' energy. That's why I keep you trapped in the beta zone, nose pressed to the only body part you're qualified to worship: my soles slick with sweat and smelling of my gym workout.<br><br>Here's the thing, sole-simp. You lost masturbation privileges the second you accepted that being ignored by hot girls like me meant you were entitled to burn their image into your lonely fucking imagination. Saving up thoughts of our tits and asses to jerk off to later is only permitted to the guys we invite into our beds, not for reject-bin pedi-freaks who live on our permanent fucking blocklist. Erase those images, loser - From now on, every stroke is to my feet only! You'll jerk to my toes flexing. You'll beat to the constellation of freckles across my perfect arches, the tiny wrinkle near my pinky toe, the indent from ankle socks digging in after a workout at the gym. Try to picture thighs or cleavage and I'll slap you with the bottom of my foot until your ears ring. I'll make you chant ''soles only'' with every pump, and thank me for letting you sniff the sweat I push into your ugly nose. You are gonna understand that the rest of the female body exists behind velvet ropes and guarded by security that throws you into the parking lot the second you look anywhere other than the fucking beta-zone!<br><br>So stroke, reject. Wrap your fist around that unfuckable wimp-dick and keep rhythm with my toes drumming against your shame-red forehead. Obsess over every detail on my pretty feet - the cute colour of my nail polish, the dusting of glitter from last night's club floor. Press worshipful kisses into my instep while I list the names of all the girls who laughed at you, the men they chose to fuck instead. I'll command you to edge to my toes and you'll thank me too because this is as good as life can be for you isn't that right foot-bitch? Uh-huh - beta-zone failures like you love everything about this pathetic kinda pedi-sex. Yeah - licking my feet and smelling my ballet flats is better than pussy to you, right? When your breathing gets faster, I'll slow my wiggles, let you think a loser-gasm is close, then I'll just slide a pretty sock onto my foot. No naked feet for you anymore - foot-perv. Bare soles just got revoked too, and now your gasm depends on how fast you can turn sweaty cotton into your new best-case sex-life.