"Okay, listen hear bub! I haven't gotten a chance to slip out of these army boots for at least a month, my pretty toes have gotten pretty smelly. Let's just say I could use a good breeze between my toes, and for your sake, I hope you have a foot fetish!". With that, Harley lifted her boot of of your face, the boot sliding of her foot immediately and dropping back onto you face. Harley used her foot to push her boot off your face, immediately replacing it by cupping her toes around your nose. Your face was immediately soaked from nose to chin. With Harley's foot over your mouth and her toes around your nose, her cheesy, vinegary, ripe, foul foot scent forcing it's way up your nose. You put both hands around her ankle, trying to push her foul foot off of your nose. You were interrupted by the sound of Harley cooking a gun, pointing it at your head. "Hehee, not so fast. Sniff. My stinky. Long. Toes!"
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