Kawalan Baliina Kaki Nilon

I walk into the room, sit on the couch and start to play. With my ballerinas, with my feet, with you. I let them dangle, turn them in every direction, push them right up to the camera like they're in your face. You can almost smell them and you want more. My nylon covered feet come into view, every movement, every wrinkle, every sole shown in detail. I don't have to say much. You already know what to do. In the end, I take the nylons off, show you my bare soles and toes, and leave you alone with your need.