I call My slave to make himself available to Me, but he, as if nothing had happened, sits down on the sofa next to Me. What shamelessness! So I decide to make him pay: I lay him down on the sofa, put my legs on top of him and obligate him to smell My socks used all day and My smelly feet. He seems mesmerized, and in fact, as soon as I pull down his underwear, his cock looks like it's about to explode. Evidently My foot smell is real ambrosia for him!

Chiamo il Mio schiavo affinché si renda disponibile per Me, ma lui, come se nulla fosse, si siede sul divano accanto a Me. Che spudo...

I call My slave to make himself available to Me, but he, as if nothing had happened, sits down on the sofa next to Me. What shamelessness! So I decide to make him pay: I lay him down on the sofa, put my legs on top of him and obligate him to smell My socks used all day and My smelly feet. He seems mesmerized, and in fact, as soon as I pull down his underwear, his cock looks like it's about to explode. Evidently My foot smell is real ambrosia for him!

Chiamo il Mio schiavo affinché si renda disponibile per Me, ma lui, come se nulla fosse, si siede sul divano accanto a Me. Che spudoratezza! Allora decido di fargliela pagare: lo stendo sul divano, gli metto le gambe sopra e lo costringo ad annusare i Miei calzini usati tutto il giorno ed i Miei piedi puzzolenti. Sembra e infatti, appena gli tiro giù le mutande, il suo cazzo sembra sul punto di esplodere. Evidentemente per lui l'odore dei Miei piedi è vera ambrosia!