As she told you the task before you, you felt your heart catch in your throat. Right then and there you would have taken off in the other direction...if you could have. Instead you felt your body move towards her as she began to fiddle with her brown boots. Slowly she began to get them off of her feet and, to your horror, you could hear the squishing and squeezing of a hot sweaty foot being pulled from the cooking confines of a boot.
As you kneeled down by the bed, Momo finally ripped a boot from one of her feet as you felt yourself start gagging and coughing, a miasma of foot stench beginning to fill the air. Her feet were pretty...at one point. Long and smooth, but now covered in a thick slimy layer of foot sweat and black smears of grime, large deposits of gooey toe jam crammed and compacted between each toe gap from who knows how long stewing in the hellish leather confines of her shoe.
You began to panic, shaking your head as it neared the fetid foot against your control. And worst of all you would quickly find out just how literal her command would get. As she scrunched her toes a bit, finally freed from her sweltering boot, your mouth made firm contact with the slimy sole. Your eyes went wide as you let out a muffled scream, your lips pushing hard into the foot, almost as if kissing it. Your nose and face so close to the foot you could feel the waves of heat and steamy cheesy foot stench rolling off of the skin, directly up your nose. Momo noticed your muffled gags and whimpers as she blushed and frowned.
"H-hey. It isn't that bad. Stop , if anything you should be smiling being so close to my cute little feet." She said, clearly embarrassed. Cute could be debated, but tiny could not. Her feet were as long as they were thin, meaning your mouth had a lot of ground to cover, your fave practically acting like a massager as your mouth glided across the slick smelly sole. Worst of all, her embarrassed reaction now forced you to grin like an idiot as you forcibly choked yourself on some of the most putrid smelling feet you had ever endured.
For at least an hour she giggled and sighed in relief as your mouth and nose massaged her feet. Tears now freely slowing down your smiling face, which she seemed to find a bit funny, while you wretched and gagged each time a large wad of toe jam or grime smeared across your lips or a large drop of her slimy sweat was snorted up your nose, further staining it with the stench of her feet. And despite all that, you had still only been massaging one foot. The other still baked more within the leather confines of her other boot. After the hour passed Momo finally told you to stop as she involuntarily snickered at your foot filth covered face while debating what she wanted to make you do next.
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