Now there's nothing left between you and my feet. just my bare, sweaty soles pressing into your face. i giggle, taunt you, and mark you with the loser symbol as you lick every salty drop. you're already mine, and now you’ll prove it with your tongue.this is the final part 3 of the series. if you’re truly obsessed, go back to part 1 with my smelly converse and part 2 with my soaked nike socks to experience the full sweaty cycle.
