Worship My Valentinos

Description: You are nothing compared to my luxury. my valentino heels cost more than what you make in a month, yet here you are—on your knees, licking the filth off them like the desperate, pathetic servant you are. every speck of dirt, every scuff, every inch of grime—your tongue will clean it all, because that’s the closest you’ll ever get to something this expensive. you don’t deserve to own luxury, you don’t even deserve to touch it—unless it’s beneath my feet, swallowing the filth i walk on. keep licking, loser. this is your only purpose.