Darren: "Ah fuck this, I'm coming back to you know. You ready for my bare feet bitch?"
You couldn't say anything because one of his giant socked feet was still in your mouth. He removes it, but not for long. He slips off his sweaty black sock and reveals a massive, rank foot. This thing was amazing. He had little bits of cotton filled with toe jam in between each toe, and the bottom of his foot was very wrinkly from all of the sweat. He forced his sock into your mouth so you could only breath out of your nose and then his foot came down, same with the other. The smell was almost unbearable.
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