A cold moon shines over the woods near Cara's small cabin. She lived alone, but managed to work fine for a girl of her tender age, being just 20 years old. While trying to sleep, she heard a rustling outside, followed by her door creaking open. Thinking quickly, she hid under her bed, thoughts racing in anxious fight-or-flight.
Her eyes were shut as she felt thudding footsteps drawing near, getting ever closer... the next thoughts in her head were "What is that smell?" She hesitated, but opened her eyes to see two massive feet inches from her face. These were far too big to be human, muscles packed into each toe and both of the bulky soles. Cara backed away slightly, but stopped as she realized the beast might see or hear her. She held her breath, trying not to smell the musk from the mystery man's feet. Above, she heard inhumanly deep groans as wet slaps rang through her bedroom.
His feet moved closer to her face as she inhaled a gasp of air...
She blushed, but then started to willingly smell the stench from his feet. The smell was warm and meaty, but strong like an animal in heat. Cara knew how disgusting the musk was, but breathed it in regardless, cringing a little and smiling all the while. "Ooh... maybe he wouldn't mind...?" She thought as she kissed the man's sweaty, hulking foot.
With one hand, the man moved her bed to the side, exposing his body to Cara. Like his feet, his body was extremely muscular and dripped with sweat. His cock, gripped firmly in his hand, was tipped with clear slime running down the bulging veins of his tool. Dark, matted hair coated his chest, abs, legs and armpits. Cara looked at the man and laid back, spreading her legs as lust immediately overwhelms her.