you can’t imagine anything better than having these sweaty socks pressed up against your beta face, can you? My toes scrunching & flexing on your bitch mouth & nose, pushing that heady aroma down your throat, ensuring the only thing you can breathe in is the mesmerising scent of My smelly, worn socks. No more oxygen for you, sockbitch! you don’t even want oxygen anymore… all you want is the divine scent of My gym socks consuming & enveloping all of your senses. Lulling you into that deep, submissive trance that only the intense smell of My sweaty feet can conjure up.