Fragrant Goddess

My pretty mistress still looks, and smells, fantastic - even after she has been out for a run. As her porch-slave, I must kiss-greet her sneakers upon her return as she enters the front door of her home. Always a privilege, albeit a truly humbling one as my male forehead brushes against her soft female sock - the flowery-themed sock of a fragrant, urban goddess!

























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