Creamy silky wrinkles hidden underneath my worn out socks. My feet own you. They consume your thoughts and control your orgasms. Imagine my feet smashing my stinky socks down onto your face. Restraining my socks over your nose and mouth. You can do nothing other than smell my socks and taste my beautifully wrinkled feet. Smothered and covered, consumed by my feet and blessed with a foot cum countdown. Oh foot bitch! How lucky you are.

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