Scorpion could still taste her boots as she stepped off him, seemingly satisfied enough with what he did. "Take them off" she ordered. He slowly got onto his hands and knees in front of her and crawled towards her feet, unlacing her boots and sliding each of them off her feet. She was wearing white socks, each of which seemed very sweaty.
She touched a foot against his face, pushing him onto his back, before walking right up to him and shoving one of his feet on his face, rubbing it all over his face. "How does it smell?" Sonya mockingly asked as she pushed her foot onto his face. He made an attempt to push her foot off of his face but his exhaustion, not to mention the taste of her boots and presenting the smell of her foot strong in his mouth and nose, he didn't have much energy to fight back. "Come on, if you're not going to use that nose I might as well break it". Reluctantly, Scorpion inhaled deeply through his nose, showing Sonya that he was indeed smelling her foot deeply.
Sonya sat on his chest, grabbing both of his wrists and shoved both of her socked feet into his face, rubbing them even harder. His face was completely covered and all he could see was her sweaty socked feet but occasionally she glimpsed her sneering face. "You might as well start loving this" Sonya says as she kept both socked feet firmly over Scorpion's helpless face. The smell coming from her socked feet was impactful to say the least. Because of all the fighting she's done, Sonya's socks had been soaking up a lot of her footsweat, which was now being smelled by Scorpion. It got to a point where he almost couldn't take it anymore and tried to get a breath of fresh air but Sonya was holding onto his hands tightly and her feet were firmly holding him down. Giggling, Sonya resumed sliding her socks up and down his face, sweat pouring out of them and drips all over his face, but there was no way for him to escape, so he continued to lay their, smelling her feet. She made sure that she smelled every part of her feet.
For a while she stopped rubbing her feet on his face, with one foot hanging just above his nose as he inhaled deeply, as she thought about how she would humiliate him next.
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