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>It's morning, and you wake up next to your favorite Oshi, Pipkin Pippa. She's such a good sister, but in the state of Alabama, she's allowed to be so much more than that.
>"Good morning anon! last night was great" she says, as she stretches in bed before turning to get up and start her day.
>"Not so fast" I say, in a commanding voice, and Pippa stops mid stride.
>".... again? we just did this last nigh and you're my brother, anon....."
>I say nothing, and Pippa puts her feet on the bed and takes off her socks.
>The aroma is deliciously beautiful, as if there is a mixture of sweat, lint, toe jam, and stinky chips from last week all tucked under her toenails and between each little piggly wiggly. The length of her toes are so long, and as she brings her feet up to my face, I can't help but think sweet thoughts about the nectar of the gods I'm about to receive.
>"Nnngh! be more gentle anon!" She says, as I slowly stick her entire middle toe up my nose. I look her in the eyes as I close my throat and force air in through my nostrils, effectively causing the insides of my nose to hug Pippa's delicate toes. They become covered in the love slime that is my mucus. Pippa can't help but blush heavily and gasp as the sensation on the bottom of her feet begins to tickle her.
>Then, in a moment of pure bliss, a piece of dirt from under her toenail becomes dislodged and I can feel it rubbing between the walls of my inner nostril and her toe's skin. I smile at her and inhale as deeply as possible. I effectively suck it deeply until it passes through my sinus and into my throat and down my stomach. I couldn't taste it with my tongue, but I could taste it with my soul. It was delicious and thinking about eating it over and over again made me salivate more and more as I continued to suck Pippa's toes further into my nasal.
>She starts to hum the tune of sweet home alabama as I continue to pleasure my insides to the sensation of Pippa's feet juices coming down my throat.