Look at you, loser. Back again. I can’t believe how addicted you are to my sweaty, smelly socks. You absolutely disgust me. Of course, it might have something to do with the fact that I only allow you to see me once a month, and I only allow your tiny clitty out of its cage to cum once a month, but I think we both know it’s more than that. You love this. You’re so weak for my sweaty socks that you can’t cum to anything else anymore, can you? I bet if I offered to let you fuck me that you would turn me down and beg to sniff my socks instead, wouldn’t you? Of course, you would. You know your ...

Look at you, loser. Back again. I can’t believe how addicted you are to my sweaty, smelly socks. You absolutely disgust me. Of course, it might have something to do with the fact that I only allow you to see me once a month, and I only allow your tiny clitty out of its cage to cum once a month, but I think we both know it’s more than that. You love this. You’re so weak for my sweaty socks that you can’t cum to anything else anymore, can you? I bet if I offered to let you fuck me that you would turn me down and beg to sniff my socks instead, wouldn’t you? Of course, you would. You know your pathetic, shriveled little member could never please me. You know that you are so inferior that you don’t even deserve these sock sniffing sessions I give you. I only allow you to do this because I think it’s really, really funny. I mean look at you. I have never seen anyone more pathetic than you are at this moment. You look so stupid with my smelly socks pressed against your face, while desperately pulling on your teeny, tiny, pathetic dick. Don’t try to pretend you need your whole hand for that sad little thing. You use two fingers to rub your clitty just like I taught you. HAHAHA.....My God, look at you. Disgusting. Now, I know you’re almost ready to shoot your weak, worthless seed out of your weak, worthless dick. I know that you're hoping after your cum countdown, I’ll give you my socks to take home with you this month. I know that you’re hoping that you will get to come back in two weeks instead of a month to worship my sweaty, smelly socks again. I know that you’re hoping that this month I won’t make you eat your own cum. I know you want all those things. Well, I won’t be given you any of my socks to keep, ever. You’re not worth the time I waste on humiliating you once a month, much less twice, so that’s not happening. Last, but not least, you will always eat your gross, pathetic cum load because I think it’s fucking hysterical.