Watch me relax, cross my legs, and slowly dangle these perfect white patent ballet flats with their dirty fabric soles. I slap a flat to my heel again and again, the cornchip smell drifting up as I tease you with shoeplay and wrecked shoes. The sight of my soles, the gentle swing, the dirty wear—it’s all set to hypnotize you.
You don’t have to think in this one, just drift into the natural sounds of submission and the rhythm of my feet. Come worship my flats and lose yourself in the tease.