The scent is strong—thick with sweat, worn cotton, and pure female dominance. Her socks are soaked from hours of use, holding every drop of her natural foot fragrance. For her slave girl, it’s not just a smell—it’s a command. Inhale, worship, and surrender to the overwhelming aroma of power. From damp socks to bare, musky soles, this is olfactory obedience at its finest. Her feet are the perfume, and the slave is addicted.
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