I plant my perfect feet firmly on the losers face while I browse Twitter on my phone, occasionally lifting up just a tiny amount to make sure the only air he is breathing comes from right under my gorgeous toes. I'd not showered yet, and he had a pair of my socks in his mouth the entire time, so I was certain he was getting nothing but the smell of my stale sweat straight up his nose... whenever I could be bothered to allow him to breathe that is.