She’s hooked on the thick, overpowering scent of my feet, and there’s no escape for my lesbo slave. Every whiff drags her deeper into submission, every inhale a reminder that she belongs beneath my stinky soles. She licks and sniffs like a desperate addict, loving the humiliation as much as the stink. This is raw, scent‑driven domination where foot odor rules and my slave worships without question.
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