EN: Dedicated to our smelly feet
As we enter our sumptuous home, exhausted from our weekend getaway, our faithful servant waits on his knees outside the door. His eyes shine with anticipation, his hands tremble with excitement. He's taken care of our property while we've been away, but his real reward is the adoration of our feet.
Oh, the ecstasy that awaits him! Our feet, swollen and sweaty from the long journey, are a treasure trove of aromas and sensations. He lives for this moment, to shower us with attention, to adore our beautiful, moist and fragrant feet. The proximity of our intimacy drives him mad, leaving him breathless and eager for more.
As he gently removes Kiffa's shoes and socks, the scent of her feet invades his nostrils, giving him satisfaction. His moans testify to the intensity of the aroma from his feet. He then removed my sports sneakers, worn without socks, to savor their scent and wetness. The ultimate reward for his dedication? Cleaning every last drop of sweat from our feet, tasting the salinity of our skin and savoring the glory of our magnificence.