The moment Rosegold stepped into your luxurious penthouse, her eyes met yours, and she smirked. She knew she was late, but she also knew that you'd be waiting for her. The scent of her stinky feet filled the air as she strutted towards you, wearing a pair of black stilettos that accentuated her long legs and curvy figure. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of what was to come.
"Sorry I'm late," she purred, placing her hands on her hips. "I had some things to take care of."
You narrowed your eyes but didn't reply, instead motioning for her to sit down across from you. As she did, you noticed how her dress hiked up slightly, revealing the lacy edge of her thong. It was clear she was trying to tease you, and it was working.
"So," she continued, crossing her legs and giving you a wink. "You want these stank feet or what?"
You tried to maintain your composure but couldn't help but lean in closer. The smell was intoxicating - a mix of sweat and dirt that sent shivers down your spine. You'd paid good money for this young woman's time, and now she was dangling the carrot of her feet in front of you.
"I want everything," you replied, your voice hoarse. "But if it's those stinky soles you're offering, then yes, I want them."
Rosegold giggled and stood up from her chair, kicking off her heels and stepping out of her dress. She was left standing before you in nothing but a lace bra and panties set, her pale feet pointing towards you like a beacon of desire. You watched as she made her way over to you, never taking your eyes off those feet - the calloused soles, the chipped nail polish, the dirt caked under her toes.
"You're sure you want them?" she asked, stopping just inches from your face. She lifted one foot and wiggled her toes, releasing a strong whiff of her unique scent.
You couldn't speak, could barely breathe. All you could do was nod, your heart racing as you watched in anticipation. Rosegold chuckled softly before using her free hand to tug off her thong, revealing her smooth, hairless mound. Then, slowly, she lowered herself onto your lap, her weight pressing into your hardening cock.
"I thought you might," she whispered, wrapping her arms around your neck. "I've been saving these feet for you all day."
You groaned, allowing your hands to explore her soft curves as she began to grind against you. The smell was overwhelming now, but you didn't care - it only made you want more. With one swift motion, she lifted her foot and pressed it against your face, her stenchy sole against your mouth.
You didn't hesitate, taking in as much of the scent as possible. It was intoxicating, like a smoky, musky perfume that sent shivers down your spine. You lapped at her sweaty skin, savoring the taste and texture. As you did, she released a low moan, her hips undulating against you in rhythm.
You couldn't believe this was real - here you were, your face buried in the foot of a young woman who held all the power. But you didn't mind one bit. In fact, you found yourself wanting more. You reached up and pulled off one of her black panties, revealing her most intimate area. The scent was even stronger there, driving you wild.
Rosegold giggled again, her breath hot against your ear. "You like it?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. "You like my stinky feet?"
You nodded, unable to speak. She leaned back slightly, giving you better access to her other foot, which you eagerly began to worship. She moaned louder this time, her hips rocking faster. And then, without warning, she straddled you, her fat, soft ass grinding against your growing erection.
"You want these stinky feet, don't you?" she purred, grinding against you even harder. "Tell me what you want."
"I want them all," you managed to croak out. "Every inch of you."
Rosegold smiled and lowered herself down, taking your cock into her wet, ready pussy. She rode you hard, her stinky feet planted firmly on either side of your head as she ground against you. The scent of her feet mixed with the musk from her cunt, creating a heady aphrodisiac that sent you over the edge.
"You like my smelly feet?" she asked, her voice breathy.
"I love them," you replied, grabbing onto her hips. "I'll do anything for them."
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