Your mouth covered, you are forced to breathe through your nose. You can smell her feet just by being near them. You lay there helplessly and watch her lift a socked foot and slowly lower it onto your face. The force of her foot forces your head to the side and she starts pressing down the entire side of your head. She then starts rubbing her foot up and down your face, as if it were a rug. You feel the sweat that had been absorbed into her sock wrung out onto your cheek. She then switches feet and forces you facing straight-up.
She begins giggling and pinches your nose between her sweaty, sock-covered toes. Suddenly, the pressure increases as she starts to put more and more weight onto your face. Suddenly, she lifts up her other foot and all of her weight is concentrated on the one foot on your face. Maintaining her balance, she quickly lowers the other foot onto your face, her feet on either side of your nose and her toes covering your eyes. Amy's weight spread out between both feet makes this position more bearable, but her feet easily cover your entire face and you feel like you are going to be crushed.
After a few seconds, she slips off. You lie there relieved to have the weight off your face, but she immediately starts taking her socks off. "Whew, I need to let my feet air out. These socks are getting awful. Don't you think, bro?" she taunts as she holds one of the socks to your nose.
Of course, all you can do is grunt because of the tape on your mouth. She nonchalantly tears it off and shoves the other sock into your mouth as you gasp in pain at the shock, before re-taping it. You want to wretch at the taste, but there is nothing you can do.
Distracted by the sock in your mouth, you fail to notice her getting up and standing over your midsection. She suddenly lets her feet out from under her and lands on your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. With your mouth taped, it is very difficult to get your breath back; with her weight on your body, it is nearly impossible. Despite your struggling, she leans back on your knees and plants her bare feet firmly on your face. Desperate for any air you can get, you are forced to smell her feet for the duration. You try to turn away, but it is very difficult and her feet follow you anyway. You manage to get your face out from under her feet, but feel the sensation of her sticky, sweaty feet being peeled off your cheeks almost brings you over the edge with nausea.
"Mmmm, that feels wonderful, Stan." She pinches your cheeks with her toes and runs them up and down your face.
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