Sniff my feet with these socks on!

She holds her feet together in the air in front of your face, just a small hole between her soles letting you see her curious and devilish grin. You hesitate for just a few seconds, unable to believe this is really happening.

That hesitation is all she needs for her socked soles to come rushing forward against you? your nose stuffed in the hole with either nostril flat against slightly damp white cotton.

She laughs at the sight of you and says "That hesitation could have been enough to break our deal and make me snitch on you but I'm just curious enough to give you a pass this once."

You thank her for the generosity and she demands that you sniff. Your nostrils are filled with all the scents you have so long dreamed of, a salty musk and that stale sweaty odor that may as well be roses and daffodils to you. She wiggles her toes against your forehead and giggles as she rubs that scent all over your face.

She sees the tent in your pants continue to grow and shakes her head in disbelief. "I haven't even touched your dick and you're hard as a rock. How is that possible??"

"I have a weak spot for feet." You reply, slightly muffled as you're speaking directly into the fabric of her socks.

"Does... does your girlfriend know about this?" She asks cautiously.