You Love Whitney Morgans Smelly Socks Stroke

I know a little secret about you. You simply cant get enough of my stinky, smelly, sweaty, filthy, disgusting, putrid white, once were white, socks. My sweet sweat soaked scent from my perfect size 8.5 Goddess feet marinating all the little cotton fibers with every daily wear. It melts your mind, wanting to sniff, smell, worship, stroke to them. And you can.. on one condition.. promise to me.. that you are MY one and only foot slave, no other Goddess shall you ever serve.. with that promise, Ill grant you permission to cum to my most putrid of little pop socks and even gag you with them for a sweet treat of the taste of my feet.