Extreme Toetal Footdom - Babz - After Hours Smelly Foot Sniffing Nightcap
You know exactly what time it is when i walk through that door, etf. i’ve been strutting up and down that pressurized cabin for hours, serving drinks and pretending to be polite while my perfect soles have been marinating in these sheer, hot nylons. the moment i kick off my heels, the cheesy, vinegary scent of my hard-working feet hit's late, and i'm coming over to my foot slave's house for one reason only – to use his face for my smelly after hours foot session. i sit down in my chair right above him, looking down at the pathetic foot freak waiting beneath me. before he gets a single sniff, i seal his mouth shut with tape. now the only air he gets comes through his nose – straight from my feet.i peel off my shoes and press my smelly, sweaty soles right over his taped mouth and nose, making him inhale every bit of my foot stink. he squirms underneath me, but there's nowhere to go. his nose belongs buried in my soles, and tonight i'm in no rush. this is what a late night foot smother session looks like – me relaxed and in control, him trapped under my feet, sniffing until i decide he's had enough.its the air, and it’s all for you.get on your fucking knees and press your face right into the carpet. i’m peeling these damp pantyhose off inch by inch just so i can drape the sweaty fabric over your nose and mouth. breathe me in, you pathetic foot slave. i want to feel your desperate inhales as i slowly peel the nylon away to reveal my bare, glistening skin.my soles are slick and warm, and i’m going to rub them aggressively all over your face. i’ll drag them across your lips and grind them into your nostrils, making sure every single one of your senses is completely dominated by the thick, potent stench of my exhaustion. you exist to worship me after a long day, so tell me: doesn't my ripe, sweaty foot funk taste like the only air you ever want to breathe again?
