A Soles Paradise

I spotted you at the beach bar. Yes, I feel your eyes on me. Even if you try not to look. I immediately start to tease you with my hig arched sole’s. I want you to feel my wrinkly soles, they are soft aren't they? Worship them, go ahead, lick them. Gaze upon your beach goddess as you get willingness. My dangling and toe pointing  are just as distracting as my smile. You feel a soft rush creep up your back, keep licking. Locked on my wrinkled soles I tell you to lick my now dirty heelbs clean. Something you instinctively agree to immediately.