Phoenix Stacy Worship Your Boss Stinky Feet or You Are Fired 1080p MP4

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I’ve called you into my office because your performance lately has been absolutely unacceptable. As you sit there, nervous and fidgeting, in front of my desk, I bend back in my  chair and explain exactly how close you are to losing your job. Your quarterly numbers are pathetic, and frankly, I’ve been looking for a reason to clean house. But seeing you tremble gives me a better idea. I tell you that we might be able to work out a little arrangement to keep you employed, though it will require complete dedication on your part.

I kick my stiletto heels up onto the desk right in front of your face, letting you stare at the leather soles as I outline my proposal. If you want to keep your position here, you’ll need to start worshiping my feet every single day after work. I wiggle my toes inside my heels, mentioning how they’ve been baking in these shoes all day long, getting sweaty and ripe just for you. The scent is already wafting up, and I watch your face turn red as I ask if you smell that potent aroma of hard work.

I let my heels dangle from my toes before letting them drop. My bare soles are sweaty, the skin wrinkled and damp from hours of confinement. I spread my toes wide, showing off the buildup between them as I instruct you to get on your knees and start showing me what you’re willing to do to keep your paycheck. I talk you through every movement, telling you exactly how to lick the sweat from my arches and suck each toe clean until there’s not a trace of musk left.

Your tongue slides between my salty toes as I continue listing your professional failures while praising your foot worship technique. I remind you that this is now part of your daily job duties, and if you do an exceptional job worshiping my smelly feet right now, I might just shred that termination paperwork sitting in my drawer. I flex my feet against your face, smearing my foot sweat across your skin as I tell you to breathe deeply and appreciate this second chance I’m giving you. The mix of humiliation and arousal is overwhelming as you realize your new role involves servicing my tired, sweaty soles every evening if you want to remain on the payroll.