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Big, beautiful Tom Welling feet in Cheaper by the Dozen (2003).
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Sub loves his master’s big stinky feet 🦶🏼👅🦶🏼👅🦶🏼👅🦶🏼👅🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😈😈😈😈
X:@jockfootking
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Sunday afternoon … Licking his dirty feet clean and swallowing his grated dead skin like an helpless human dustbin. That's how scums deserve to be treated 😈😈😈🦶🏼🔥🐽🦶🏼🔥🐽🦶🏼🔥🐽🦶🏼🔥🐽🦶🏼🔥🐽🦶🏼🔥🐽
X: @MassiThePrince
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"Thought I was clear about the rules weirdo. You only take the socks and underwear I give you, stop going behind my back, and take my dirty laundry to jerk off to. You now get onlh one barefoot. Last warning."
"Couldn't control myself, sir. I was so horny and your socks stinked and smelt like heaven."
"Less using your dicklet to think then. Use that funking mind or follow orders. Unless you want me throw you out..."
"No no please no. Promise this will be the last time."
"Now you owe me a new pair. Also, you'll get my bare feet once every two weeks instead of ten days from now on."
"Yes sir. Whatever you say. Whatever you want."
"Good boy. Now, massage and worship my foot. Only sniff the socked one. Five minutes starts now."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
I attacked his foot and started licking it and sucking his toes, taking some whiffs from his socked foot every now and then.
"Time's up weirdo."
He had perfect soft feet that I could never resist. Three days were all I could act like a normal roommate when I moved in before I was on my knees begging for his feet.
He loved to be worshipped, so I cooked, cleaned, and serviced him. All for five minutes at his feet every now and then. He has time to work out and go out, and I can barely finish all my tasks.
I love my roommate.
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Fuck it I love you dad
I tell my dad not to worry about washing his soles and toes when he gets back from his workouts, my tongue is gonna be dealing with it later 🤩
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Somewhere, semi passed out on the floor, Tyler wearily opened up his eyes to see this giant jock standing over him. He could see he was slightly grinning down at him, himself also looking a bit buzzed. Tyler knew he was some college friend of one of his friends but couldn’t remember his name as they all started drinking during the Halloween party right away, and couldn’t remember if he’d been introduced. He did notice him though weaving in and out of the gathering of friends. Now looking up at him, Tyler wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but watched in slow motion as the jock lifted one of his shoes up, planting it on top of his chest. He could feel the weight of the slip-on Vans slightly nudge his chest some and Tyler smiled, muffling out,”Yes, I awake… sort’ve.” The jock grinned back and responded to what Tyler thought he heard was ‘are you stuck on the floor?’ Tyler said back wearily,”Yah probably.” “Yah, good. Better that you stay there,” the curly haired jockey said but Tyler didn’t get what he saying. Tyler watched him open the fridge, grab a beer, and place it on the table. Tyler slowly tried to lift himself up but the jock put his foot back onto his chest, pushing him back down. “No, no, just stay there.” Tyler glanced down at his chest to now see a large, bare foot there. “You gonna let me up?,” Tyler asked. “I will if you let me see something.” “What?” Tyler asked, opening his eyes wider to try and get a better look at the low 20’s something guy. Before he could get an answer, he watched the giant bare foot lift up off his chest, and slowly descend upon his face. He felt his nose, lips, his entire face smoosh into the sole of the foot. “This,” the college jock responded teasingly and began wagging his foot lightly against Tyler’s nose. Tyler inhaled the foot, sniffing in the odor of feet along with the warm smell Van’s. He swatted at the foot, moving his face against it to get away, while sluring,”What the… foot smells….” The jock moved his foot down some, resting his toes on Tyler’s chin, and replied back,”What’s that? You like the smell?” The jock covered Tyler’s nose with his toes, flexing them up and down over his nostrils, feeling air being sucked in from between them. “Nooo…,” Tyler responded trying to move the foot away but failing at it. The foot adjusted again, planting itself over his whole face, Tyler looking into the peachy sole, as he lay there feeling vulnerable, but just to out of it to actually get away. He could hear the beer being opened as he casually tried to move the foot away but the foot kept coming back to rest on top of his face. The foot suddenly removed itself as Tyler heard talking just outside the kitchen area and saw the jock reach into the fridge to retrieve two more beers. He watched the giant go out of frame, heard laughing, and tried to sit up. Not a moment went by that his right shoulder was pushed back down to the floor and he was staring up at the college boy again. “What? You don't want my foot in your face anymore? But they love playing with your face,” he teased. The foot engulfed Tylers face again, now rubbing all over his nose, the toes pressing on his nostrils. He hears the jock tease,”It’s Halloween… so… trick or treat, smell my feet. They smell good don’t they?” Tyler moved his face some against the large sole but it was no use. He breathed in its odor and between the jocks toes for several more minutes, understanding the jock was enjoying this playful domination at his expense. Laying there for several minutes, whole foot covering his face, Tyler let his face be the college boy's foot rest before the alpa jock removed his foot. Tyler peered up at him looming over him and heard him say,”Ok, ok… I’ll leave you alone. I’ll send your friend in to help you up. My feet had fun though.” Before he left, Tyler felt the toes press down on his crotch area and heard him add,”Oh yah... I can tell you liked my foot smell."
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Te espero en el vestuario. Voy a ducharme y necesito que alguien me frote el rabo.
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