Silk stocking he wore ran over the polished leather of the sleekly designed shoes. Only dots puncturing the suppleness, highlight the decent from the bow to the toe. Nothing protruded, obstructing the slide of his foot on the outside.
Taking her shoe off, running her stocking over the well tanned periphery, losing herself in shape and fit of his foot inside. She loved this texture of him, one of many he possessed.
If you're going to wrap your foot up for any length, why not put it in a place like this.
Others design for the masses, why not caress yourself in luxury on the inside and out.
There is no rule about, what's in. It's all about how you see and feel the piece you wear on your foot.
Women do feet, men forget the fringe.
Does a six pack eliminate the thing you put on your foot?
It's just on the threshold of what you can do for her.
Every little detail, a reflection of the items within. Once you find one that knows these things that can make a difference, don't let her go.
Men and woman must know all the differences, its the beginning of all the other details you possess.
Do you want a man to take care of all your details?
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