shirtless muscle stud makes you sniff his stinky gym feet while he degrades and humiliates you

I stand over you, shirtless, with massive, veined muscles glistening under the harsh lighting. every ridge of my abs and swell of my round pecs screamed raw power as i smirk down at you, clearly enjoying how small and pathetic you are on your knees.i have been wearing these sneakers for 5 days straight with no socks. gross!you’re in for a treat!“get your face over here, loser,” i growled, as i try to remove one of my sneakers. it is not easy. they barely want to come off from all the sweat, gunk, toejam and humidity sticking to my shoes like super glue.the sharp, pungent wave of my gym feet hit you instantly—hot, salty, and unwashed after hours of training. i laugh as your eyes water.“yeah, that’s it. sniff my fucking stinky feet like the disgusting foot bitch you are.” i pressed the damp, warm sole of my huge stinky foot right against your face, grinding my toes over your nose and mouth. the ripe, cheesy aroma was overwhelming, thick with the musk of leather and pure masculine exertion.“look at you… sniffing a real man’s dirty feet while i flex. pathetic. i bet you’d do anything for this, wouldn’t you?” i laugh cruelly, wiggling my sweaty toes between your lips.keep breathing it in deep. this is all you’re good for—being my personal foot slave. now thank me for letting a worthless little perv like you worship my superior muscle body and rank fucking feet.