With everything I have, I try to resist the urge to lick his shoes.
"Oh, you don't want to lick? Fine then."
He grabbed me and sat on my chest, making his feet hover over my face.. He pulled off his shoes, and revealed a very smelly pair of socks. They were gray, and holey, and stink lines were practically coming off them. And then, much to my horror, you started to lower them onto my face!
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