"Hello?" You say as you enter her dorm room. "Samantha, it's me" you call out and hear some mumbling. Fallowing the sound, you find Samantha, passed out on her couch, with her legs stretched out and her big, meaty soles facing you within her damp black socks. You blushed bright at the sight, and really wanted to indulge in your fetish especially with such an opportunity. But, Samantha's your friend, and you didn't want to take advantage of her... Untill the smell wafts to your nose on the way out, stopping you in your tracks. The stench, a sweaty aroma like cheese or corn chips fills your lungs and the room, grabbing your full attention.
Looking back to her feet, you come back in slowly, taking in the sight and smell while blushing brighter the close you love. "I... Shouldn't..." You quietly say to yourself. Then as if on queue, her large toes splay a little, spreading out more of that intoxicating musk. "...M, maybe just a little sniff..."
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