I never thought I'd end up caught like this... And instead of a security guard, it's a booth girl? What the hell is going on? I had no idea such a creepy room was being used as an event space. I used to be her fan, yet she's treating me like this. I'm apologizing over and over, but she won't forgive me. Then she just leaves me alone in this mysterious room—am I being ignored now? She finally returns after finishing work, still wearing the boots she's had on the entire time. She forces me to smell her sweaty feet. The sharp, sour stench makes saliva well up deep in my jaw. Ahh, the feet odor of my once-admired booth girl... I've always considered myself a normal guy, but for some reason, my cock gets hard just from her foot smell. Wait—could it be that I'm...? She keeps tormenting me, now slapping my cock repeatedly. Is she just stressed out or something? Yet my dick stays erect despite it all. Ahh, this pitiful desire... Maybe I've finally awakened to my true self...