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Frank found himself once again in the presence of Seechelle's size 18s, the largest soles he’d ever seen. They were pungent, a sweaty stink coming from her colossal feet. Frank's nose scrunched up as he got a whiff of her foot funk. Dominating Frank, Seechelle coaxed him to sniff every inch of her size 18s.
Getting used to the overwhelming odor, Frank proceeded to stick out his tongue to lick her soles. Wrapping one foot around his neck and the other right in his face, Seechelle's pressure made him take in all of her foot funk. With his tongue darting out from the balls of her soles to the wrinkles and folds, and even the spaces between her toes, Frank tried his best to saturate Seechelle's entire foot with his wet mouth.
As Frank's tongue gathered all the sweat, grime, and stink on Seechelle's feet, he turned them into glistening, sparkling wet surfaces with his sticky saliva. His face got smothered and pressed against Seechelle’s soles, buried in her laughs and sweaty foot funk.
"That's it, Frank," Seechelle purred, watching him work. "You're such a good foot slave." Frank didn't reply; he was too busy trying to please her, inhaling her foot odor like it was the most precious aphrodisiac in the world. He loved every moment of this, even though it made him lightheaded and dizzy. It was as if his entire being was focused on worshiping those giant feet.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Seechelle pulled her feet away from Frank's face. "That's enough for now," she said, standing up and stretching. Frank remained on the floor, panting heavily, his face flushed with exertion and arousal. As Seechelle walked away, she casually kicked off her shoes, sending clouds of foot odor wafting through the air - clouds that Frank couldn't help but inhale deeply.
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Frank found himself clicking on the link, drawn to the possibility of more foot worship experiences. He knew that if he was lucky enough to find himself in front of a goddess like Seechelle again, he would eagerly kiss every inch of her feet, savoring her sweaty stink with every breath. Because for Frank, there was nothing quite like the art of foot worship.
