A cocky, clean-cut gym stud with a dark secret (he’s addicted to the rank, sweaty feet of straight alphas) finally meets his match in the locker-room shower.
One look at the towering, bearded construction worker peeling off crusty boots and fourteen-hour socks is all it takes. What starts as stolen glances explodes into total worship: face buried in toxic work boots, tongue scraping day-old pit sweat, nose smashed into a ripe, hairy ass crack, and throat stretched raw around nine thick inches of straight cock.
No mercy, no safe words, just pure domination and the overwhelming stench of a real man marking his property. By the time the final thick, sweet load floods his mouth while a filthy sock seals the stink in his lungs, he’s nothing but a ruined, cum-drunk foot bitch who knows he’ll crawl back for more.
Warning: This erotic story is full of hot sex scenes and are intended for adult readers only.
