2:48 of pure teasing in this sock fitting room. Just me, you, and a parade of brand-new socks. Each pair still marked from the factory, sliding on my feet as I slowly adjust the fabric, trying them on for the first time. And you, observing every movement, every approach, every touch that almost happens. It's impossible not to lose control with this combination while my #soles pass in front of your face, right?
They thought they were going to end up in a pastry shop pie... poor things. They ended up as just a red trail under my feet. 🍓 Look at how my #soles look after destroying each one of them. The juice sticks, the pulp spreads, and I feel like I could walk on them all day. It's so nice to see something beautiful and juicy turn into nothing in a matter of seconds, isn't it? If you were the last strawberry in the box, would you beg to be spared or to be the next one to be crushed? 🤨🍓🫦
