Ismael came back 5 more times, bringing friends to enjoy together. Of the two I could film with, they were just like him—an unbearable but amazing foot odor that made me give in completely.

Gustavo—He’s tough. He was brought there by his friend without knowing what would happen. He was shocked but ended up relaxing—that’s why I bring the good stuff, haha. His feet came sweaty, with worn-out, torn socks that had been used for days. I buried my face in his big feet, and he laughed while I was lost in pleasure. Ismael, as always, was comfortable, shoving his big feet in my mouth like I love. I never get tired of his feet.