Oh, how pitiful can it get? The loser has been making mistakes, one after another. And lately, he’s been particularly dumb. That’s why I deny him the honor of release with my smelly feet in his face. Instead, I comfortably rest my feet above him, reminding him of what he can’t have. He’s left to jerk off with my reeky sneaker on his face, only getting off to the icky bottom of my shoe!