Look at you, down on your hands and knees… haha, my sock slave! I bet you’re so fucking hungry for the next pair. These boots have been holding in all of that delicious foot sweat that you crave and desire. Are you ready for my dirty slouch socks? The offensively orgasmic scent that’s about to hit your olfactory system? I peel off the boots, one by one, and you can see the shadow of my feet on the soles of the socks. I hold them up and wiggle them over your face. You can smell them. You love them. You NEED them. I push the fabric down to the ankle to give that slouch appearance and you’re hooked. Nobody does it better than Ms. Madalynn. You love jerking off to my scented socks. The strong aroma while you stroke just hardens you unlike anything else. Those socks just have you ready to BLOW, but Ms. Madalynn asks you to put your hands behind your neck and beg her to let you jerk again. Faster. Faster. STOP. You don’t get to cum today, you have to BEG me for it… But you’re so lucky that you got to smell and stroke for just a little bit, right? You’re going to have to EARN that slouch sock orgasm and if by chance you failed to follow direction, there’ll be monetary compensation necessary and A LOT of groveling.