These slippers were the best. Super warm and so well insulated to incubate all the most perfect foot scents and smells. But it’s time to re-home them and I know just the footboy for the job. With just one whiff of these slippers, footboy goes crazy. One whiff makes you beg to fall lower and be entertaining and more useful to me. But before I show you my prefect feet I want to tease you with your other weakness: my ass.

Imagine kneeling before my ass and running your tongue up and down my wrinkled soles… and then all the way up to my ass, giving it a kiss. But let’s not get too carried away now. Let’s get back to my stink, sweaty slippers. I want you to be the proud new owner of my slippers. When you give them a little sniff they give you a big throb and you drift away into foot bitch heaven. Face it, you need me.

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