Je aanbidt mijn sokken en mannelijke muskus

Stay on your knees, you start to smell my socks, they're sweaty and that's what attracts you to your ass, it starts to dilate just by seeing that I'm taking off my shoes. You know you're going to smell (it's as hot as your lines) and you're going to feel in heaven with my two feet in your face, natural poppers, feeling inferior under your boss's feet, you're submissive and weak and that's your real kneeling position before a male who demands you to smell him.