I have something nice for you, something nice and stinky. It’s these sweat soaked stockings I have been prancing around in all day. If you look at the bottoms, they are darkened with my perspiration, and some dirt that got between my sexy arches and my tall pink pumps. It can be a curse, being so cute. At least I have mouth breathers like you to come around and suck the sweat out of these long silky socks. I like that you know your place, sitting there, mouth full of fine denir, compliant. This is why I keep you around, you amuse me, socksimp.