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Until it finally presses down, 'fresh' and warm sweat squeezed out of those socks like a sponge, getting your skin sticky as my weight pushes you into the ground...

Feel that warm vapor of sweat and stink condense on your face, no weight resting on that face just yet...

I think it's time you stuffed your face in my socks again, hm? That's only fair after I was the one stuffing them in your face last time around, yeah? They might smell a bit, but.. by now you oughta be used to that, no?