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The goddess presses her sweat‑soaked socks firmly over your face, smothering you in the thick stench of her feet. The heat, salt, and musk fill your lungs with every desperate breath as she grinds her soles harder against you. You’re not just smelling them—you’re being marked by them. This is unapologetic sock‑fetish domination where her stench becomes your entire world.
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