Riker's foot shone with sweat and smelled nauseatingly cheesy, but he didn't seem to mind. He was lifting his shoe to his face, peering in on Josh while his foot stench gassed the room.
"DAMN my feet smell good!" The boy dipped his nose into the beaten old shoe and took a sniff. He was being sincere. "I don't know what this little bitch is crying about. My stench is fucking sexy." Riker was rubbing his dick through his shorts now, sucking down the smell of his shoe.
"Tell me I'm god." He said to the professor in a flat tone, a mechanic asking to be handed a tool.
From beneath Riker's sole Professor Peters wheezed, using what little air he had in his lungs to obey. "You... are a god, Master!" The cheesy toes were sitting on his face like big lazy animals.
"Not 'a' god, bitch. Tell me I am god." Riker sounded half bored, half focused on the everyday task of pleasuring himself. "C'mon. Make me feel huge or I'll break you." He pressed his bony heel down on the professor's legs, demonstrating the honesty of his threat.
"DAMN my feet smell good!" The boy dipped his nose into the beaten old shoe and took a sniff. He was being sincere. "I don't know what this little bitch is crying about. My stench is fucking sexy." Riker was rubbing his dick through his shorts now, sucking down the smell of his shoe.
"Tell me I'm god." He said to the professor in a flat tone, a mechanic asking to be handed a tool.
From beneath Riker's sole Professor Peters wheezed, using what little air he had in his lungs to obey. "You... are a god, Master!" The cheesy toes were sitting on his face like big lazy animals.
"Not 'a' god, bitch. Tell me I am god." Riker sounded half bored, half focused on the everyday task of pleasuring himself. "C'mon. Make me feel huge or I'll break you." He pressed his bony heel down on the professor's legs, demonstrating the honesty of his threat.