Kathrynnegoddessfeet - Sneakers, socks and smelly feet!

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Kathrynnegoddessfeet - Sneakers, socks and smelly feet!

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Sneakers, socks and smelly feet!

A wave of nausea washes over you as you catch a whiff of something foul. It's coming from the other side of the room, where Kathryn stands towering above you in her black high heels and lacy stockings. Her feet are clad in brightly colored sneakers, and they're kicking up a cloud of dust as she slowly crosses the floor towards you.



Your heart races in anticipation and fear as she approaches. Your gaze is locked on those huge feet, marveling at how they could possibly fit into such tiny shoes. As she towers over you, she leans down and grins wickedly, her warm breath ghosting against your cheek.



"Do you like what you see, tiny?" she asks, her voice deep and reverberating in your chest. You can't help but nod, transfixed by her beauty and the overwhelming scent emanating from her feet. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches down and pulls off her sock, revealing a soft, sweaty foot that she now holds close to your face.



"Go on," she taunts, her foot wafting the foul odor towards you. "Take a whiff. It's all for you." You hesitate for a moment before tentatively inhaling, the stench hitting you like a wave. But somehow, it only makes your cock throb with desire.



"That's it," she purred, her voice low and hypnotic. "You like it, don't you? You want more." And with that, she begins to slowly rub her foot against your face, her toes curling in delight as you struggle not to inhale any deeper. As the stink fills your senses, you can't help but moan in pleasure, your desire for this goddess growing stronger by the minute.



"That's it, baby," she croons, running her other hand through your hair. "I've got you where I want you. Now, who's ready for some foot worship?" Her voice echoes through the room, daring you to resist her alluring power. But as you look up at her, eyes filled with adoration, there's only one answer that can possibly leave your lips.



"Yes, Mistress," you whisper, your heart racing with anticipation. Because even in the thick of her stinky feet, you know that you're exactly where you belong.

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