Do you remember the black socks I pre-wore for the World Cup special during various gym and cycling sessions. Those were absolutely rancid. Slave boy of course though spilled his load in no time sniffing the sour peachy stench of my wet and in plastic wrap isolated gym socks. Since his mouth was taped during the scene I had no opportunity of making him lick the salty sweat or shoving them right into his mouth so that he could properly wash them. So after the scene concluded I was kind of mad that I put so much effort into those vinegary socks just for a bare 10 minutes of action. So I just collected them from the floor and put them back inside the plastic back and sealed them. Today is slave boy’s birthday and guess what kind of present his generous mistress has in store for him. Exactly, a pair of toxic smelling gym socks. You think it might have been too disgusting this time. Watch for yourself how my sock cheese produces a second massive orgasm. This is so ridiculous I can’t even believe it myself anymore lol. Enjoy foot freaks.. – Jolie Berrie (German language)
