BootedYeen's Sock Stash

C'mon dweeb. On all fours and get your nose right up against my sweaty toes. Give 'em a deep sniff. Feel that heavy stench fill your puny little nerd-lungs and hold it in. .. might as well let it melt all your useless nerd-thoughts away. The only thing you need to be thinking about is my socks ~ *** More 'fresh' content next week, excuse the radio silence, life has been (and continues to be) very busy. Thank you for your attention on this matter.

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That's it loser. Beg for it. Beg to sniff that filthy sock. Take it all in. Snort that stink up, right between those toes. Lord only knows how you do it. Even after airing that shoe out, it still fuckin' reeks. And here you are, hard from huffing the filthy sock that brewed in it. Pathetic.

Needing air already, dweeb? Why don't you try pushing me off with your puny little nerd-arms then? Bwahah. That sock's gonna choke you out until your lungs start burning. Only then are you gonna inhale - right through that filthy, sweat-soaked fabric. After that, I wanna hear you beg for more ~

POV you're a btrfs developer (data's all there, sock-posting will resume)

Due to my PC deciding it would be a fun start into the weekend if it were to mess up the file system on my SSD, I currently do not have access to my content (or anything, really). Once the Bezosian artifact (a way overpriced hard drive (thank you tech-bros for the memory shortage)) arrives, I can mirror the drive and run recovery. If everything goes well, things will be back on track on Sunday I think. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION ON THIS MATTER!!!

Y'know dork, you really could be doing a better job sniffing up my socks. Think if I stepped on that face of yours and let 'em choke you out a little, that'd fix things? Oh I bet I'll have you begging to huff up their stink in no time, bwahah. Might wanna take a deep breath then, here it comes ~

Ey, anyone home? Bwahah. Keep up the struggling, dweeb. I'm far from being done with you. Have my hot, sweaty, stinking socks overpowered you already? Oh, do give into them. I wanna hear you snort up those soles before I bury you underneath them for round two ~

Here goes, dork ~ I'm gonna scrub each socked foot on either side of your face. Grunt and resist all you want, these aren't coming off until your face stinks as bad as the insoles of my shoes, bwahah. Who knows, maybe I'll cut you some slack if I hear you sniffing loud enough..

Give it a good look and show some respect, loser. See all that matted, filthy, sweat-soaked fabric? Oh, I'm gonna enjoy wiping and stomping all that filth into your face. That shit's gonna feel like engine grease on your cheeks ~ good luck washing it out, bwahah.

What's with the stare, twerp? You could smell easy mode's over, almost gagging while huffin' that kick, bwahah. I'll let ya kiss the right sock goodbye, then you're getting smothered by the left one. I'd say hold yer breath, but I'll make you sniff that rancid thing heel to toe either way ~

Enough fuckin' around, chump. Take a big, deep sniff of my sneaker. Tell me if it smells like half a year of wear on that puppy. Burns, doesn't it? Get all that nasty stink into your lungs. Hold it in. Get yer money's worth. And don't worry, I'll make you chew out that filthy insole soon enough..

Kiss my stinkin' toes, dweeb. Give each and every one a fat smooch. Afterward, you can suck out the nasty-ass sweat that's trapped in that fabric. Get it all over your lips and tongue. Hope you like the taste of unwashed socks and ripe footsweat, 'cause you'll be tasting it for a while, bwahah.

Pff, you're such a fucking dork, you didn't even resist being pushed into the dirt by a half-year old, stinking, sweat-soaked sock. Guess you finally know your place, huh? Might as well start snorting away then, like the pathetic dweeb you are ~

Lean that head up and kiss my toes, loser. Get your dork lips wet with my nasty footsweat. Oh, your face is gonna REEK of my socks when I'm done with you ~ Bet yer bf's gonna smell it when he leans in for a kiss. Gonna tell him he's tasting my socks on your lips when you get back to him? Bwahah!

Thaaat's it, dork. Keep huffing that stink. I wanna feel your nose up against my sweaty toes and I wanna hear you taking some big sniffs down there. Just try not to cream your pants from just sniffing..

Oh man, these fucking reek. Go on. Sniff that sock, pig. I wasn't kidding when I said they were baking in the sun for 5 hours. I don't give a shit if it's too strong for you. If you don't wanna end up with that dirty sock in your mouth and your face in my hot, sweaty kicks, you better do as I say.

Coulda done a better job on the cleaning I guess. Eh, whatever. If this were your first rodeo I'd say last chance to back out, but I guess you already know what's coming. Hope you're ready for the plume of foot stink you're about to sniff..

Aight dumbass, you know how this goes. Start worshipping and kissing these kicks and I'll let you take 'em off in a bit. Just make sure to work that tongue and give those soles a good clean..

Welp, money checks out, loser. Guess you bought yourself another two hours. Suppose you can start by kissing the tip of that sneak. Just don't make that boyfriend of yours too jealous, bwahah.