I let you sit right at my feet… close enough to feel the warmth of my legs through my sheer stockings as my kitten heel sways, slips, and dangles on the very edge of my toes. Every slow flex, every gentle arch is deliberate—an invitation and a denial all at once. You get to watch me play with desire without ever saying a word… the subtle roll of my ankle, the soft whisper of nylon, the heel threatening to fall but never quite dropping. It’s elegant, controlled, and wickedly tempting. A perfect tease for the ones who know that sometimes the sexiest thing I can do… is let you crave what you’ll never touch.