Pressing my foot hard against your face, my claws scraping through the stitching, making you groan as I ask you if my sock is anyone you care for.
Grinding the cloth into your mouth until all you can admit is that you're single, and it's just a pair of socks, and they never had a name.
Pressing my foot hard against your face, my claws scraping through the stitching, making you groan as I ask you if my sock is anyone you care for.
Grinding the cloth into your mouth until all you can admit is that you're single, and it's just a pair of socks, and they never had a name.