These socks aren’t just worn, they’re soaked in me. Every inch of fabric is drenched with the heat of my body, clinging to my skin with every step I took. They’ve held onto my scent, my sweat, every little hint of desire that built up throughout the day. Now, they’re yours to take, to feel, to press against your own skin. I wore them for you — to leave my mark, my taste, on you
Luxury isn’t a want, it’s a Lifestyle. I can’t help that I have expensive taste. I work hard, I don’t need a man, I deserve one who knows how to treat a real woman. My money’s mine, Your money that’s ours 💋