

I don’t know what you’re waiting for. I’ve gotten my favourite sneakers dirty for you to lick clean. Running your wet tongue up my size 5 soles and nibbling on the tread to rid them of that crunchy mud is the highlight of your worthless life. Then ones you’ve licked them clean, you will thank me. Do a good job and you may be offered to taste the cheesy sweat that these shoes draw out from my skin.