LOSERS GET SHOEJOBS VOL 14 PART 2

Description: You really thought you’d earned the privilege of feeling my perfect bare soles wrapped around that pathetic excuse for a cock? think again, loser. you showed up to my temple empty-handed, wallet dry, completely unprepared to tribute properly like a good little cash slave should. did you honestly believe i'd grant you skin-to-skin contact when you can’t even afford to keep me happy? absolutely not. you don’t get to feel these delicate, bony feet gliding against your bare flesh today. instead, you get exactly what your broke ass deserves: my dirty sandals grinding against that worthless bulge through your cheap pants. that’s right, keep them on. you haven’t earned the right to even unzip in my presence. look at these petite soles you’ll never touch, loser. so close yet permanently out of reach for empty wallets like yours. feel the rough straps of my heels rubbing against your desperate cock while you whine about how close you are. pathetic. you’re going to make a mess in those trousers like the premature, underfunded bitch you are. no bare feet for peasants who can’t pay. this is what happens when you try to cheat your way into my bed without clearing your debts first. you get used as a human doormat for my footwear while real men get the arch jobs you fantasize about. listen to me mock your inadequacy while my sandals work that stiffy through the fabric. tell me how humiliating it feels knowing you’re not even worth the skin contact. you’re barely worthy of being my carpet. keep humping my shoe like a desperate puppy. that’s all the friction you’ll get until your bank account matches your claimed devotion. feel the pressure building? good. ruin those pants for me. cum in your jeans like the denied, broke loser you were born to be. maybe next time you’ll have your finances in order before darkening my doorstep. until then, enjoy your shoejob, pay piglet. how long did you last before making that sticky mess in your trousers?