How beautiful are these Caramel Wolford nylons! I know how much it fries your brain to see me wrapped up in your glistening weakness. You'd love to worship them, why didn't you? Any man would, but wait you're not a man, you're a loser. And I'd NEVERRR let you touch me, gross. In fact just knowing how badly you want them gives me an idea. I'd rather destroy them right in front of you and watch you crumble as I ruin what you love so much. Oh but don't worry I'll let you worship what's left.