Becky has come back from a long workout. Her gym gear is soaked through and her feet are sore. She gazes upon you and smiles with amusement. as she knows how perverted a freak like you are. You would pay thousands to be at her feet right now, sniffing her stinky, sweaty feet. Becky takes off her trainers and peels away her sweaty socks to reveal her bare feet. She mocks your crippling (and embarrassing) fetish for her scent. But she is only going to fuel addiction, as she reveals these socks are now for sale! Which one of you sad freaks is going to hop over to her GlamWorship store and buy them first?