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Sometimes having a good looking and perfect feet could be your heritage. Here are some new and fresh pictures of my cousins feet who is the son of my aunts husband and you can easily tell that by just looking at their feet.

Oh! Thank you for the message!

It’s true that Allan has truly magnificent feet!😏 It's a shame that we can't yet share the smells virtually, you would have loved to sniff this powerful smell of mature feet! 🥵😈The touch of his feet was incredible! I love dry soles!🤤

He was intrigued by the foot massage I offered in my description. I was a little hesitant even though I remain an open-minded guy.

Then he sent me a photo of your sole 😳 a good 45 eur, massive and wide as I like them. I can't resist a dad's feet

Adding: “These are real worker’s feet that really need to be taken care of!”

We agreed to meet in his car, sitting in the backseat. After a few minutes of getting to know each other, he started by telling me that he really needed a good foot massage. He took off his shoes and placed his warm feet on my thighs 😳 An immediate reaction flashed beneath my belt.

“My feet are crying out for an excellent massage, of which you have the secret!” he said. His feet were so hot, I took his socks off first.

"Sorry for the smell my boy, after a long week in my safety shoes my feet stink easily! Real worker's feet that need comfort!"

I didn't expect that! His daddy feet are so massive!

I couldn't hide my reaction to such worker's feet! He felt the reaction his feet gave me 😳 “My sole is so dry, you could take care of it with your personal remedy!” 😏 He sat on his side, both feet on top of each other, soles facing me, then grabbed the bottle containing the sweet lotion for his feet.

The dryness of his sole against the top of the bottle caused instant wetting. I couldn't resist with such masculine feet! After a few minutes, the rest of the cream came out of the bottle and moisturized his large stinky soles!

"It was very nice! Next time I'll do this for a lot longer!"

We saw each other several times afterwards.

As white gay man, they gave you two options: forced labor or accepting to be sold to the best bidder during special auctions.

Scared but wanting to try your luck, you chose the second option. That could not be that bad, maybe doing some chores at someone’s house?

The next day, some rough men, probably merchants, took measures of you and then they started pinching the fat in your back and your arms and nodded with satisfaction. Then, back to the cage…

You discovered afterward that they put a price tag on the cage with the mention « comfortable footstool ».