You watched dumbfounded as Michele stomped her foot firmly on your head, keeping you helplessly pinned beneath her ranked sweaty sole. She held the perfect pose of dominance, keeping your head firmly held beneath her cute small but pinkish sweaty foot as she towered over you. You gazed up at her from the floor as she smirked playfully before grinding her sweaty sole against your cheek, shifting it around easily as a new sweaty foot print marked your face.
“Having fun down there?” She taunted childishly as she slid her sole up along your face to your vulnerable nose, smothering and rubbing her dainty flexible toes along your nostrils, coating it with the sweaty reeking substance of her built up work during practice. Due to how long she was wearing her socks and shoes in the summer heat during marching practice her feet were absolutely rancid and layered with sweat which was now being smeared across his nose.
Unable to budge, you began to take more deep dizzying whiffs which left you dazed as the toxic putrid odor made its way into your lungs. You opened your mouth wide trying to breath some fresh air but she instantly planted her other rancid hot sweat soaked sole on it, completely covering it as she balanced gracefully on your face like a gymnast. You gagged from the butter taste of her foot sweat that deeper into your mouth causing you to groan which only caused her to giggle with amusement before she forced her wiggling toes deeply into your mouth, filling it with the grimy vile taste of her toes as she squeezed your nose between the toes of her other foot, forcing the toe jam to be smeared off it and for you to take in the brunt of the vinegar like cheesy stench which was overpowering. She then grabbed your tongue between her toes and pulled it out, before dragging her sweaty bare sole across it, using it like a carpet to clean off any sweaty grime and dirt and replace it with saliva. Tears instantly welled in your eyes as the revolting salty sweet taste entered your mouth as you desperately struggled to breath through her sweaty toes that had your nose tightly wedged between them, causing her to chuckle more with delight as you gagged and suffered beneath her tanked feet, being forced and used to lick her hard working soles clean.
“Lick them up or I’ll stomp your face in little brat!” She teased demeaning my whth a tight squeeze and tug against your nose with her strong toes.
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