BootedYeen's Sock Stash

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.

Keep quiet while I'm counting out my fee, bwahah. Told you that you'd have to pay up this time around. Though I figure a dork like you won't have a use for that kinda money anyway. Licking those dirty soles is free, by the way..

Well well, if it ain't my favorite shoe-kissing dork. Figured you'd be back. Guess there's just nothing quite like the stank of these kicks after they've been baking in the sun for five hours, right?

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Ah, before I'm going.. you're kissing that heel, dweeb. On your knees, hold that kick with your hands and start kissing that dirty sole 'til it shines with your spit. I wanna hear you smooch it harder than you smooch your boyfriend, got it? Go on then. Humiliate yourself for me, loser ~

Guess the only thing you're good for is to be stepped on after all. Oh well. Well perv, time's almost up. Guess I'm leaving you with a juicy, stinking imprint of my sock on your face. Guess you can whip up an extra 50 for that when I'll be seeing your pathetic ass again in a week or so, lmao.

Go on, dweeb. I wanna feel your lips press up against my toes. Suck that nasty-ass footsweat out of that sock like the degenerate you are. Afterward you can hold that tongue out so I can drag that filthy sock all over it. And yer doormat of a face, I guess.

Enjoying the view, dork? Who knows, maybe you'll get used to it if you keep paying to sniff my nasty socks, bwahah. Guess you won't get used to the smell though ~ Yeah I know they're bad. That's why you're the one huffing 'em, not me, pff. Maybe you should kiss my toes, show some appreciation..

We're not done until I say we are, doormat. Now shut up and keep squirming under my hot, musky feet while they smother you. I don't wanna hear anything aside from you huffing their stink as hard as you can.

Now just imagine kneeling in front of these... Where are you gonna press your sniffer into first? That sticky, hot shoe or my sweat-soaked sock? (feeling a bit generous today, so you're getting to double-dip ~)

I wanna hear you snort up the nasty hot stank of my sock. That thing's been cooking away for months inside my sneak. Oh and don't worry, once you're done sniffing it up, your face is gonna go right into t hat shoe so you can huff away at that one next ~

If you think the other sock smells any less just 'cause it's a bit lighter, you're in for a rough awakening, dweeb. The stank just between the toes might actually be worse than the other one. Not that you're gonna have to worry anyways, since both are gonna end up on that doormat you call a face ~

You know how this goes, dweeb. Tongue out. Start licking my sneak clean. I want all those specks of filth and shit gone. Oh, and I want 'em swallowed. You don't get to spit 'em out. Know your place. Right under my kicks.