Doormats Love Dirt (HD 4K MP4)

Description: Mistress chordeva was out hiking, wearing super-short cutoffs and a sweatshirt but it rained and she got soaked and dirty. it made her late for a meeting with a contractor that is supposed to remodel her bathroom. she lets him in and asks him to wait on the sofa, as she takes off her dirty shoes.  she wants to takes a quick shower before letting him start on the bathroom. he reluctantly says, ok and sits down on the sofa. as she walks out of the room, he's staring at her dirty shoes. once she's gone, her grabs one and holds it up to his nose, closes his eyes and starts sniffing. "ewwww-what the fuck are you doing?" he starts making excuses, but she's having none of it. "you were fucking perving on my dirty shoes? you're one of those foot freaks, aren't you? i thought i hired your company to remodel my bathroom, not sniff my dirty shoes. i'm calling your boss, right now!" she picks up her phone to call, but the guy gets down on his knees and starts begging her not to, saying he'll "do anything". so she orders him: "ok. take off your fucking clothes!" he starts to argue, but she slaps him across the face and threatens to call his boss again. he takes off his clothes and she secures his wrists together with a belt, making him stay on his knees while she sits on the sofa. she lifts one of her filthy socks up to his face: "you wanted to smell my dirty shoes, so my sweaty, filthy, stinky socks should be like a slice of heaven for a foot freak like you. smell it" he starts lightly sniffing her foot, gagging at the smell, but she starts rubbing it over his face, harder and harder, demanding he smell it: "i don"t hear you sniffing! i want to hear deep inhales, in and out, in and out now! how do they smell?" he says they smell. terrible, which angers her: "what the fuck? you were sniffing my dirty shoes and now you don't like the smell of my sweaty, stinky, dirty socks? you're my fucking doormat, and doormat's love dirt! now tell me you love the smell, doormat" she smacks his face with one of her filthy sock-covered feet, making him cry out in pain, but he starts sniffing much louder, telling her he loves the smell. she puts both of her feet up to his face, completely covering his eyes, nose and mouth.  "you're fucking sick, you know that? you like sniffing ladies' dirty things? let's find out how much" she takes out a roll of duct tape, tears off a piece and seals his mouth with it. "now all you get to breathe is dirty sock air! that's heaven for you, right dirty shoe sniffer?" she clamps both of her filthy socks over his nose, smothering him completely until he starts shaking his head in panic, then starts furiously sniffing through his nose to get air, which of course goes through her dirty socks which are still covering his nostrils.  "that's a good doormat. now get on the fucking floor" she puts her stinky, sweaty and filth-encrusted socks over his face, smashing his nose flat as she rubs them over his face, making sure all his air goes through the reeking socks. she leans down and rips the duct tape off of his mouth: "ok bitch, now it's time for you to be a human sock cleaner. you're going to suck the filth out of my dirty socks. now stick out your tongue, doormat" she starts wiping the filthy sock across his tongue, back and forth, the slave grimaces and gags on the taste. she asks him: "how do they taste, doormat?" he says they taste awful, so she slaps his face with her dirty sock-covered foot, three times, making him squeal in pain: "i told you. you're a doormat, and doormat's love the smell and taste of dirt. now tell me what you are, and what you love now" he tells her: "i'm a doormat and i love dirt. as he lays down on the floor, she gets off the sofa, standing on his body. he grunts as she starts walking on him: "you know, doormat, you need to also serve a carpet for me to walk on, or use as a footstool. or for a sock washing machine! now open you doormat mouth!" shoe shoves the dirty, filthy sock in his mouth, making him gag, but struggle to stop the invading foot while he deals with her full bodyweight centered on his chest. he grunts in pain while. sucking each of her fithy socks. "your only reason for existing, is to clean dirty feet! you fucking got that, doormat?" she does a butt-drop down on his stomach, hard, telling him to put his legs up in the recliner position, while she makes him open his mouth wide again so she can cram another filthy sock into his mouth. she makes him suck each one while he has to sniff the other one. finally, she has him take the socks off with his teeth. she crams the disgusting socks into his mouth and walks out: "bye doormat. you're welcome for the all-day sucker. you'd better not spit those out when i come back in an hour, bitch. enjoy"