I've been hustling all day, My coach shoes clinging to My bare soles with every step. The heat and friction have turned My feet into a sweaty paradise, no socks to absorb a drop - just My skin marinating in its own essence. The moment I slipped these shoes off, the smell hit Me like a wave - vinegar and sauerkraut, pungent and raw. It's a scent so potent it could make you gag... or beg for more. I bet you're salivating, aren't you? Imagining the chance to bury your nose between My toes and inhale the true scent of a hard day's work. You crave it, the intensity, the rawness - it's a testament to the dedication and power of these feet that have carried Me through the day. And now, they're aching for some well-deserved attention. Would you dare to get close enough to smell the stench that even makes Me want to retch? Are you brave enough to pleasure me while My feet scream of their long, hard journey? Ready to worship? Prove it.
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