You crave my soles because you’re nothing but a weak, desperate foot bitch for Miss Roper. You ache for them, yearn for them—so go ahead, stroke. But don’t you dare cum until I say so. And let’s be honest, it won’t take long, will it? Especially for a pathetic little premature ejaculator like you.
You know I could take that privilege away at any moment, so stroke like your life depends on it. I’ll even be generous enough to give you a cum countdown. But that’s not all—I want you to keep rewatching this, over and over, and see just how many loads you can spill for me!