Sok Sniffer For My Sweaty Wool Socks - Mistress Justine Cross

Description: My hunter boots were on all day, trapping heat, sweat, and the thick scent of my worn wool socks until they were absolutely perfect for a desperate little sock sniffer like you. i peel the damp socks slowly from my feet and hold them right up to the camera, teasing you with every inch while reminding you exactly where your place is: beneath me, inhaling deeply like the pathetic sock sniffing beta you are. you can practically smell them through the screen while i mock your obsession and encourage you to obsess over every sweaty detail. stroke if you must, but don’t expect mercy from me. watching you lose your mind over my used wool socks is far too entertaining.