Tom Baker knows your secret, your deepest desire to worship his feet. And like a puppet master controlling you, he had you on your knees, waiting desperately for him to allow you to fulfill your fantasy. He held up his sock to your face, the musty smell of sweat filling your nostrils. You couldn't help but inhale deeply, savouring the scent that was uniquely his.
Tom knows the effect he has on you. "Go on," he commanded, "worship my sock." But Tom wasn't done with you yet. He removed his sock, revealing his bare foot. You could see the faint glisten of sweat on his skin, and you knew th...

Tom Baker knows your secret, your deepest desire to worship his feet. And like a puppet master controlling you, he had you on your knees, waiting desperately for him to allow you to fulfill your fantasy. He held up his sock to your face, the musty smell of sweat filling your nostrils. You couldn't help but inhale deeply, savouring the scent that was uniquely his.
Tom knows the effect he has on you. "Go on," he commanded, "worship my sock." But Tom wasn't done with you yet. He removed his sock, revealing his bare foot. You could see the faint glisten of sweat on his skin, and you knew that he had been wearing shoes all day just to make this moment even more irresistible for you.
Tom is thoroughly enjoying your submission. "You're such a pathetic foot slut", but in this moment, with Tom's foot in your mouth, you felt complete.