I'm back in my hotel room after a long party night. My feet are sore and my sweaty pantyhose are trashed. Bumping and grinding against hot, well-built men all night always causes pantyhose to run. Even though I have gorgeous, brand-new hosiery, I won't make you worship those. You only deserve whatever I give you. I direct you to sniff my crotch, my legs and of course, my perfect, sweaty feet. Teasing you with my pantyhose-clad toes makes your little dick hard, doesn't it?