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Elis Ataxxx leans back and puts his feet up on the coffee table, so you can worship them. He tells you his shoes are worn out and slowly removes them, then throws them across the room. He decides maybe his shoes weren't producing the foul odor - his socks must be where that foul stench is coming from. After all, he hasn't changed his nasty socks for a few days. He pulls them off. MMM! Crunchy! Then, he finally sees it was his dirty, bare feet the whole time. Naturally, if he hasn't taken his socks off, he hasn't washed his feet either. He pops his toe knuckles and allows you to smell and ad...
Elis Ataxxx leans back and puts his feet up on the coffee table, so you can worship them. He tells you his shoes are worn out and slowly removes them, then throws them across the room. He decides maybe his shoes weren't producing the foul odor - his socks must be where that foul stench is coming from. After all, he hasn't changed his nasty socks for a few days. He pulls them off. MMM! Crunchy! Then, he finally sees it was his dirty, bare feet the whole time. Naturally, if he hasn't taken his socks off, he hasn't washed his feet either. He pops his toe knuckles and allows you to smell and ad...
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