Ten toes trapped for hours in a new pair of heels. Sweat and heat have had them roasting. No hose worn to absorb any of the juices. My toes left to stew and sweat. As the heels slip off the breeze feels otherworldly. Its orgasmic to the soul. And all you can focus on is the scent wafting from the freshly freed toes... Such a beta thing to want and desire. Beg to make a fool of yourself and get closer to my sweaty feet.