Otávio found me through my QR code ads—like most do. He arrived super curious but nervous about what might happen. I checked his profile: handsome young dad of three at just 34 years old. Obviously, I had to taste those daddy feet.
We met at my friend’s makeshift studio. Like always, we sparked up a joint and cracked beers to loosen up. And like always, I got straight to work—watching his face for reactions. He was shocked but clearly into it.
 
Gorgeous pale soles, baby-soft yet somehow drenched in sweat despite his pre-meetup shower. That ripe stink trapped in his sneakers? Divine.
After filming, he left… then came the drama. Next day, he organized a group weed buy. I sent R$110. The weed never came. The money never returned. That was a month and a half ago.
 
Now? He owes me. And you know what I do to debtors—next video, I’m tickle-torturing him until he begs for forgiveness.