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Chocolate 🍫 Excellence

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sketch commission

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Realized a bit too late that I forgot to add these to that previous post. Hopefully I'll finish Shantrice soon. Not too sure about Conrad. I need more practice under my belt first. 😄😅

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Quite late posting most of these, but here's some more art I've been working on lately. Largely unfinished, as always, but I'll get them done in due time. My main goals are the Venom-Infested Shantrice, Dexter, Shanéa and Bad Mr. Frosty. 😄

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This is amazing.

Venomized #1 variant by Gabriele Dell’otto

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Miracleman #16 cover. 2015. Art by John Totleben.

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hakoda borrowed it and forgot to give it back <3

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「薙切えりな」 by Piukute | Twitter

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Love it. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Shipped Off by simpletony

Victoria pulled her foot out of her black flat and flexed her toes above me. She didn’t know I was there, that I’d shrunk myself down to an inch tall and that I was watching her air out her sweaty feet. She didn’t know that I did this often, whenever I said I had a conference out of town, I really just shrank myself and spied on my unaware live-in girlfriend. I’d watched her many times. Her feet were red from her tight shoes, and I could see a faint sheen of sweat on her sole. She’d just gotten home from work and was taking some time to relax before grocery shopping. She talked to herself. “Just a few minutes,” She said, a hand materializing from the couch and rubbing her sore foot. “Ugh, gross…” She shook her hand and little droplets of sweat sprayed me in the face. I’d spied on her many times, but today I was going to do something I’d never done before: Crawl into her shoes and jack off right after she took her feet out. She always wore sneakers to the grocery store so I’d be safe enough in her flats. I just wanted to jack off amongst all the heat and sweat from her foot. Hard as I’d ever been, I crept out from under the couch, very aware that she’d think I was a bug if she saw me. But she was probably looking at her phone or something. I made it to her right flat and could already smell it. She’d owned these pleather flats for almost two years now and was about to post them online for sale. She always did that with her old shoes and she made good money selling them to foot freaks like myself. I crawled up the creases in the heel, brought about by her habit of shoeplay. Standing on the rim, I looked down at the greasy insole with pure joy. I could see the long black outline of her foot running the whole length of the tan insole, shiny with sweat and radiating heat. Under the cave of the toe section, I could clearly see the grime from her toes, dirt, and sweat cemented into the fabric of the shoe by hot days in the Florida sun. She loved flats even though she hated how they made her feet sweat. I jumped inside, landing in the crater of her heel. Sweat had pooled here up to my ankles and it was disgusting but so hot. It was humid in here and I made my way to higher ground, where the sweat just squelched under my bare feet. I was naked of course. Halfway down the insole, I pressed my face into the grime of her foot and licked and sniffed. Delicious…so delicious. Above me, I heard Victoria chuckle. “Already? Wow, that was fast…oh, it’s the same guy as before. Must’ve liked his previous purchase.” I was too busy to care what she was talking about though and got down to business, humping the shit out of her insole. I was getting close, so close to climaxing when I heard her moving about above me. “Well, my ad did say I’d wear them until I shipped them…two hours till they close…just enough time.” I felt the climax coming and thrust harder and harder, part of me aware of the shadow above me, but the rest too excited to care. I came, splattering myself all over her insole, just in time to turn and see her bare foot flying down towards me. I screamed but there was no time, nothing to do but cower before her foot smashed into me and sent me flying down into the damp depths of her toes. Her foot rolled me up into the tight, sweaty darkness and I found myself pinned under the ball of her foot. The fake leather around me creaked as her foot settled in. The pressure was intense, the air hot and stale, the smell fifty times worse now that her foot was pressed up all around me. “Gonna be glad to have these gone; they’re filthy. The insole is even falling apart,” She scrunched her foot, squeezing me in the wrinkles of her sole, before standing up and flattening me to the spongy insole. The pooled sweat of the insole squirted into my eyes, all over me, and I couldn’t even scream. She took her first step then, lifting me into the air before squelching me down into the floor. It was a sickening motion, but I didn’t even have time to prepare before it came again, and again, and again. “Guess I’ll buy some groceries, and package these guys up in the car. The post office is right on the way home…yeah.” Victoria said. I realized then that she’d already put these shoes up for sale and had just sold them. If I didn’t die under her feet, I’d be mailed off to some foot pervert! I fought but she didn’t feel me. The heat intensified as she stepped outside and started walking to the car. So hot…but she savored the sweat in a kind of sick way, liked to make her shoes as filthy as possible before selling them. Step, squelch! Weightlessness, then pressed into the wet heat of the insole. Plastered to her foot, helpless inside her black flats with the little stylish grooves on the toes. Her size 8M flats, worn for two years in sweaty Florida heat on sweaty girl feet. Step, squelch! Then a pause before she stepped up into the car. I was turned and mashed harder into her foot as she pressed the brake. Then, I heard a rushing roar above me and realized she’d turned on the air conditioner. I almost cheered, thinking my predicament would ease a little, but her foot started to sweat more. Instead of the cooling, she’d turned the heater on, trying to sweat out as much grime into the shoe as possible. I started to cry as she drove to the store, sweating and sweating. Sweat leaked from her skin and into mine. By the time she got to the store, I was so grossed out I wished I was dead. I was having trouble breathing the dense, humid air. But it got worse when she got out and started walking around the grocery store. Step, smash! Step, squelch! All I could hear was the wet squelch of her insole and the soft clack of the hard rubber sole on the hard tiles. Unfortunately, I knew Victoria; I loved going grocery shopping with her because she was a toe-tapper. Any time she had to decide something, she’d tap her foot repeatedly. As she paused, I felt her foot lift into the air and slam me down. Once, twice, three time, four, on and on and on. Lift, slam, lift, squelch. Then she’d walk for a minute and repeat the process, all the while sweating more and more. Normally she’d air out her feet, actually take them out of the flats, but since she was about to ship these shoes off she probably wanted to get them as gross as possible. Time passed intermittently. It felt like years under my girlfriend’s foot, feeling her sweat seep into my eyes, my mouth, my nose. I got just enough air to survive and drank more sweat than I thought possible. Finally, I felt us walking back to the car, heard her unloading the groceries, and then she stepped into the car and cranked up the heater again. “God, I can’t believe people get off to this gross shit,” She said, scrunching her toes again, squeezing me in the slimy depths of her shoe. “I can smell them from up here. And so much sweat…I bet they’ll get to this guy still wet.” Scared as I was, I couldn’t help but feel my erection return as she rhythmically pressed her foot upon me and the pedals beneath her toes. It massaged my cock and the sweat was lubricating…after a few minutes I came all over her foot, but the shoe was so damp and hot that she didn’t even notice. Finally, she stopped the car. “Thank God, time to take these off.” Her foot was planted flat on the ground and I felt it begin to slide out. I’d anticipated being so sticky and hot that I’d stay stuck onto her foot, but this wasn’t so; when she’d put her foot down, she’d shaken me off and now her foot was leaving the sweaty heat without me. Light poured in and I saw her toes disappear as she set them down outside the shoe. Her face, far above me, was wrinkled in disgust. “Ugh, gross. The insole’s even falling apart now.” I tried to jump and move, make her notice me, but I was too battered and weak to do more than twitch pathetically. “Well, into the bag you go.” I saw her reach down, her enormous hands grabbing the outside of the shoe, careful to avoid the sweaty bog of her insole. She lifted to shoe levelly, so that the sweat (and me) couldn’t fall out. Then, before I could so much as scream for help, I felt her lowering the shoe and saw a clear plastic bag stretched over the sky. “No,” I coughed, but it was too late. She set the shoe flat in the bag and turned to grab the other. That shoe she set right on top of mine, but upside down, so the sweat from that shoe dripped into mine, turning a swamp into a lake. She wedged the toe ends inside each other to prevent the shoe from moving too much and then I heard her sealing the bag. The light was dim, but when she stuck it inside a box, the light vanished completely. I heard her taping the box shut and could only cry in misery at my stupidity. Then I faintly heard her moving about, probably putting on other shoes. She carried the box into the post office and then I felt her drop me into one of the bins for mail. Then she walked away and I was alone in the sweaty darkness.

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Jesus… 🥵🤤🥰

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Bathing Black Beauties

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Art by llautella

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「Nanao Ise」 by Lindaroze | Patreon

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Can't wait for my skills to get this good.

「角楯カリン」 by UREC | Twitter

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Perfection.

CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP LOVING LANCE MY BEAUTIFUL SONSHINE

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🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥