Not Without A Fight!

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind smelling mine too!” You respond, kicking off your rubber boots and smothering the rat girl’s face with your as well, in hopes of making her give in before you do.

As minutes tick by, the two of you keep holding your breaths, trying to hold out. At least until you take the opportunity of keeping her mouth open with one foot and sticking your other, salty, sweaty foot inside, not only forcing her to smell your day’s worth of sweat, but also taste it.

If all goes according to plan, perhaps you’ll gain her as a **** instead! If not... say hello to your new life as her own personal footstool...