You enter her bedroom, looking around the dark room a bit before spotting Chelsea knocked out in her bed.
"Must've been a rough day" You say quietly to yourself, seeing that she still has on her favorite pair of leather boots, with the fluffy insides.
You then gulp as you begin to imagine her poor aching feet, those large beautiful size 9s, roasting in those hot, damp, old, and probably very smelly boots. Even now you could get a faint hint of that sweaty foot smell, wafting from those booted feet of hers.
You slowly come up to the foot of her bed, and place a hand on each boot before starting to gently tug, the smell getting stronger until a big blast of cheesy foot funk hits your face when they come off, revealing her gorgeous socks. Black, with neon green paw prints dotted around the soles, and a green line beneath the toes.
You should stop now and leave, but the smell of her damp socked feet, her gorgeous, sexy feet. You couldn't help it but...
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