Warm weather. Knee-high boots. Sheer nylons. Hours of walking, shopping, and laughing with Tiffany left my feet sweaty and in need of worship. When I walk through the door, you’re already on your knees. Your reward? The chance to bury your face in my nylon feet, to breathe me in, to kiss and lick until I’m satisfied. Take your place at my feet, purchase the full clip now and prove your desire.