Your chance for instinct satisfaction this month, mutt. Use it! After all, the preview already lets your drool drip out of your greedy mouth. The fine pink nylon socks that cover my feet are so delicate. And I am so hard ... to you, because nothing else deserves a nylon-horny wanker like you! Again and again I hold it very close to your eyes, while at the same time I show you your wretchedness. You are nothing more than an instinct-controlled nylon dog, which cums on command or is sent back to its dark little kennel without having achieved anything... and to whine for the next chance!