Darren puts his shoes in your face. They are old and slightly worn, and are dirty from all of the walking around. You can smell a musky scent from them already and he hasn't even taken them off yet!
Darren: "Here's your favorite part, hahaha!"
Darren slips off one of his shoes and you are confronted by a massive black, thin, shiny sock. You can see his toes and his feet through his sock because it's so sweaty. The smell was extremely vinegary, it had been a while since you had Darren's feet in your face. He slipped his other shoe off and immediately you were hit with double the smell. You felt as if you couldn't breathe, but it was the best thing you had ever smelt.
Darren: " Like that? My little bitch?"
Darren continued to hold you down on the couch. You were lying on it, while Darren was sitting on you forcing his feet into your face. You couldn't move even if you wanted to. He forced one of his socked feet through your lips and you could start to taste his sock.
Darren: "Open your mouth, have a taste!"
You did, and his shiny black socked foot forced it's way into your mouth. You could taste the sweat coming from his sock, it tasted what you'd imagine the inside of his shoe tasted like.
Darren sat for about five minutes with his feet in your face while he casually played Battlefield. Every time he got killed in the game, he would press his giant feet further into your mouth.
This went on for a while until you almost couldn't take it anymore. Then...
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