I’m laying on my belly, legs bent, my soft white socked feet kicked up behind me in the air, just the way you like. You’ve been dreaming about these socks, haven’t you? The way they hug every curve of my feet, the texture, the warmth… I know exactly how much they turn you on. And I know you’re already thinking about me wrapping them around you, stroking you until you explode. But not yet. First, I want to feel you. I tell you to pull down your pants and let me get you hard with my hands—slow, sensual, and deliberate. I want to see every twitch, every desperate reaction as I work you up. And once you’re throbbing and aching, that’s when my feet take over. I wrap my socked soles around you, moving just right, teasing you to the edge. You can’t take it anymore… you explode, drenching my socks in your mess. And I love it. I stare at my soaked socks, smirking, because I know just how badly you wanted this. And now? You’ll never see those socks the same again.