"Can you get your feet out of my face, man? They kinda stink!" You try to act disgusted, but use the excuse to reach out and touch his adorable size 9 feet and move them away, relishing every moment your hand is in contact with them. Unexpectedly, Kevin kicks your hands away and laughs.
"My feet don't stink, Steve. I'll show you!" He pushes his socked feet right into your face and right under your nose. He's right. They don't stink. They smell wonderful to you. You try to move away but not too much and he scoots down on the bed so that he's pushed you down on your back under the weight of his feet. He reaches out and pulls off one of his socks and puts his bare sole right on your face. It feels cold and you're in shock as you feel him rub it all over your face.
"Does it stink now, Steve?" You slowly grab his ankle and pry his foot from your face. As you're moving it away you use your other hand and give his bare foot a rub. He notices your move and gets a nasty grin on his face. "Are you hot for my feet, Steve? Tell me the truth."
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