Candy toes

Candy’s toes taste like pure sugar, and you want your tongue on every inch until closing time. Real sweet-meat, straight from the oven. She grins when she spots your hungry eyes, kicks back, and wiggles the whole sugary lineup like she’s hawking hot pastries. Flattery turns her crank—she stretches those feet higher so you can drool properly, loves every second you worship what the fairy godmother gave her. Kind of ridiculous, sure, but she’s the biggest fan of your foot-focused fan club, and that’s the part that makes the whole kink delicious.