Beta bitch boys need nasty, fucked up shoes to feel worthy of submission, and these joggers have soaked up every ounce of foot funk you dream about tasting. If I can smell them while I’m still wearing them, imagine what happens when I peel them off and hand them to you to worship.
Every crumb on the sole, every morphed insole, every dirty crease will be kissed, licked, and sniffed until you can’t hold back. Seal your fate as the nastiest foot bitch, drip your last drop for trashed shoes, and accept that cumming only deepens your chains.