Joseph Donovan Smith
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Post by Joseph Donovan Smith on Feb 14, 2015 12:20:57 GMT -5
Megan's high-heel loafers fell to the floor with a clatter as she brought her damp, super ripe bare feet down on his face, sliding her sweaty toes over his nose.
"Smell my feet, jerk-off," she exclaimed. "I hope they totally stink."
"They do," laughed Ashley, making a face.
"Great Ladies Night attitude," declared Olivia. "You've all get to get a little meaner. This is the night we get away with anything." Everyone cheered.
It was like extra sour milk with a hint of vinegar. Her calloused feet felt a little rough, but she seemed to love working them in his face and sliding her toes over his nose.
"My stinky, nasty feet are all you deserve, boy," roared Megan, everyone loving the attitude. "Show me how worthless you are and smell 'em good. I hope they're super cheesy, dumbass. It's what you get for being a stupid male. Now sniff and sniff 'em so I can hear it."
Everyone cheered her on, applauding her attitude as Megan smacked his face around with her stinking size 9 feet.
He complied and sniffed the sour, musty stench as the other women got more brutal too, kicking, slapping, pinching and squeezing him, his poor cock and balls getting a few taps and uncomfortable squeezes. He could feel some of the women stepping on him in high heels and boots, chanting "Ladies Night, Ladies Night, Ladies Night."
He gave her pungent, reeking feet a 7.
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