I just got home from an intense gym session—my feet are aching, soaked in sweat, and reeking from hours trapped in my nasty sneakers. You’d think I’d wanna peel everything off and relax… but you had other plans, didn’t you? You begged to watch me worship my own filth. So I slide off my shoes, slowly—those dirty socks clinging to every toe, damp and ripe. The stink hits me, and I breathe it in… deeply. You love watching me sniff them like the depraved goddess I am, don’t you? But that’s not enough—I lick my own sweaty soles, teasing every inch, before stuffing those filthy socks right into my mouth, gagging on the musk you crave so much. This one’s all for the real degenerates who dream of sweaty sock worship, foot funk, and a tall goddess who knows exactly how to humiliate you with her own stench.