You can feel slimy foot sweat squeezing out as your face is mashed into her footwear. You manage to pick your head up a little bit to see you were face first against her brown flip flops she’s had since entering high school. There was a big black foot print at least going halfway into the flip flop. You could clearly see her toes and arch lined out in the sandal. “You know if you wanted to smell my flip flops you could’ve just asked me. But no you wanted to fake your fall as an excuse to sniff my sweaty stinky sandals. You want my feet that bad huh loser.”
You weren’t gonna take this humiliation and you started to push up but she jumped up and sat on you pushing you back to the ground. “Where do you think you’re going, you’re exactly where you wanted to be face first on my years old flip flops that I wear everywhere.” She teases adding to your humiliation. She then pushed against your head hard with her bare foot forcing you take slam into her flip flops and inhaling from the impact. You felt her slimy toes curl against your scalp through your hair.
“Wtf is your problem you fire haired bitch.”
You managed to say with out letting your lips come in contact with her flip flops. She laughed and said “your words mean nothing seeing as your the foot bitch of a fire haired bitch. Bitch!” She laughed hard again as she pulled your head up by your hair. She looked you in the face and spit on to your face then said in a stern tone “Now listen to me you nasty flip flop lover you’re gonna...
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