I love the control women have with there powerful feet and shoes it's amazing !
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When I tell you to shut up you shut up. Now look what I had to do. And with your mouth duct taped you've got no choice but to sniff my stinking socks. I'm glad I've been throwing on the same pair every morning all week. Your face makes a good footstool, I think you're gonna be down there all night. Enjoy faggot.
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The guy that lives nextdoor to you plays football with his buddies in the park every weekend. He's a handsome straight stud and you've jerked off thinking about him many many times. You especially like catching him going out to or coming in from his games in his athletic gear. After about a year and a half of you staring at him whenever you got the chance, one Saturday when you were ogling him coming in from football, he'd had enough. He walked from his apartment door right over to your's and grabbed you by the neck, pushed open your apartment door, and threw you inside. Before you knew it you were on your hands and knees sniffing his sweaty dirty unwashed socked feet, socks that he obviously had worn for quite a few games. As he kept you down on your knees sniffing his stinking dirty socks he told you what a pathetic faggot you are and how you're lucky that this is all he does to you and that he doesn't beat the shit out of you. He slaps you across the face with one of those big stinking socked feet every once and a while and says "Right, faggot?" and you say "Yes,Sir!" And from that Saturday on you'd be spending all of your Saturday afternoons sniffing and kissing and worshipping and massaging his big sweaty dirty football socked feet as he laughed at you and verbally degraded you as he watched the game at your place on your TV with you fetching him beers whenever he demanded you to.
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