You are obsessed with seeing my feet in slouch socks... you cannot escape the way you crave to see them stacked on top of one another, slouched down and clinging tight to my muscular calves. Starting off with a barefoot tease, I seductively spread my pedicured toes while flexing my high arches, sending your into foot obsessed mind into over drive. I describe all the ways I know you're foot obsessed, especially with my feet... smelling my feet, tasting my feet, huffing my dirty socks, jerking off with my dirty socks. Slowly I start layering socks, the first of 6 pairs, taking my time and describing every sensation to you knowing you're stroking as you watch. You feel yourself getting weaker and weaker with every layer I add, I continue to tease you as you ache to see me add another layer. Once I have all the layers on, I deliberately slouch them down into place, making sure you can see each layer peeking out, as I dangle them mere inches from your face. The sight of all those fluffy, plush layers sends you over the edge, as you remember exactly why its my feet you ache to see covered in slouch socks