You closeted foot boys are my favorite. Something about your sweet innocence is so appealing to me. You appreciate my pretty feet, just a little bit more. And the best part? Y’all are just so naive and easily distracted. Like I’m sure you’ve seen me on my phone, but I’m also sure you haven’t thought anything of it. Too bad. Because while you were too busy jacking off to my feet, I was busy hacking all your stuff. Everything. Email, social media, texts, everything. So unless you want to be outed as the foot freak that everyone will think you are, you better get to sending. If I text you at 3 am and tell you to send $100, I better have $150 in my account by 3:01. Do you understand? Good.