Feet Vini - Face in My Foot – Vini’s Sock and Sole Domination - Feet Vini - Foot size 15

— “listen… pay close attention to me. this video is for you. for the real ones. for the ones who know… who feel… who crave the smell of a real man’s feet. it’s vini here. and today… you’re gonna feel what a real man smells like.” i start the video sitting on the couch, already dressed for my tennis game — red shirt, red shorts, and my blue havaianas flip-flops on my feet. getting ready… but before i go, there’s a little ritual. one you know you love. in my hand? my white puma sock. old. worn. dirty. the same sock i’ve worn for days and days playing tennis. you think it’s clean? forget it. it’s loaded. full of sweat. full of man smell. full of my smell. the smell of big feet. the smell of a real man.i bring that sock close to my face… the smell hits. heavy. wet. i show it to the camera, real close — look at this… filthy, used. and i ask you: “imagine this smell… right in your face. you think you could handle that?” i slide the sock onto my foot… pull it tight… it hugs my big, perfect foot. the camera’s down on the floor… pointed straight up, just like if you were there… on your knees, mouth open, face smashed into my foot. i put the second sock on. show it off. it’s dirty. stained. then, i grab my white on sneakers — already beaten, soaked in sweat, heavy with smell. i slide my foot in, smashing that sweaty sock inside. and off to the court. you watch me playing — hitting the ball, running, sweating, grinding my socks and sneakers under my feet for three hours. you think they smell good now? no… they smell strong. the smell of man. of sweat. of pure testosterone. game’s over. i’m dripping… soaked head to toe. shirt, shorts, underwear, socks… and of course… my feet. i grab the camera, look you straight in the eye: — “i’m drenched. i’m done. i’m exhausted. and i know… that’s exactly how you like it, huh?” i get home. throw myself on the couch… feet up. my sneakers? man… they’re ripe. nasty. the smell fills the whole room. i lift one foot right up to the camera — right into your face:  — “smell it. smell my sneaker. smell it deep. come on. open up and breathe it in. smell the stench of a real man’s foot.” i hold it there… pressing it into your face. then, slow… i take off one sneaker. the sock? it’s soaked. drenched. you can see how wet it is. the smell? instant. heavy. raw. filling the whole room. the smell of me. the smell of man. — “want more? smell more. smell this sock. come on… deeper. take it. feel it in your lungs.” i pull off the second sneaker. same thing. the sock’s dripping. my foot’s been smashed in it for hours. the smell is unreal. i lift my foot… show off the sock — stained, yellowed, soaked in sweat. — “open that mouth… cuz my foot’s going right in there now.” i push my foot toward the camera… grinding it in, like i’m stuffing it down your throat. — “swallow my heel. go on. take it. feel my sweaty sock sliding down your tongue.” then comes the best part… pulling off the first sock. and it doesn’t come off easy. it’s stuck. wet. clinging to my foot from all the sweat. the smell? explodes into the air. hot. strong. masculine. dominant. — “now smell it. smell my foot. deep. and lick it. lick my foot.” i grab the second sock… same deal. drenched. heavy. sticky. struggling to come off. i rip it off… lift my bare foot… show you that big, soft, perfect, pinkish sole — but filthy. soaked in man smell. i hold the sock right up. show it off. right next to my foot. — “smell it. smell the sock. smell it with my sole. smell them together.” and now… open that mouth… cuz this sock’s going straight inside. i shove it in. deep. — “feel it in your mouth. taste it. taste the sweat. taste the smell. taste the weight… of a real man’s foot.” and that’s it. me. my feet. my socks. my smell. my control. and you… down there. right where you belong. face in my foot. just how you’ve always dreamed.