Sole-ly

Legs. That's why we're here. So we feast on Patricia's feet, peeking through flimsy black nylon that won't last. One tug and the stocking rolls down her arch like a whisper, baring smooth skin. Toes curl. Soles flex, pink and kissable. She wiggles just to tease, each toe painted cherry red, and we get greedy, watching the sheer fabric turn skin to spotlight until the nylon finally slips free.