After a long day of standing at work, Johnny came home with sore feet. He was tired with sweaty socks and smelly feet. He was staying with me and he was happy to take me up on my offer to give him a foot rub. Of course, I couldn’t resist and started smelling his socks and then worshiping them. His bare feet called out to me and I gave them the servicing they deserve until Johnny shot a massive load that covered his chiseled chest.