Jolene τσαλακωμένες σόλες

Good boy, Harut. Right where you belong, on your knees, waiting for me to put my feet

in your face. Are you ready to do your duty, Harut? Are you ready to smell my feet? That's

good. Very good. Go ahead and breathe in that pungent foot scent of mine. You know you've

been waiting, wanting these feet in your face for a long time, and you finally got lucky

and got down on your knees in front of me, just begging for a whiff. You know, actually,