I couldn’t resist Brad when he fell asleep in my guest room. He looked SO damn tempting. His white sport socks were quite dirty and wow, did they ever smell great. I carefully peeled back the sheet to reveal his socked feet and went to town on them with my fingers, hands and mouth. Having my face buried in those smelly size 11 socks was sheer heaven. Of course, I eventually took off his socks and worshiped his bare feet. They were incredibly tasty, tangy and sweaty. Brad didn’t wake up the entire time I worshiped his perfect size 11 feet. I wonder what kind of dreams he was having at MY FRIENDS’ FEET!
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