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She couldn't abide rubbish in her immaculate bedroom, although she wasn't quite sure why she'd felt the need to go all the way to her bedroom in order to try them on; it would have been easy enough to perch on the arm of the chair or similar to slip them on in the living room.\n\nShe flipped her long, brown hair, falling down to her shoulders in a shimmering waterfall of lustrous strands, back and wriggled out of her current pair of socks, just a pair of pink cotton ones that she would not have chosen if it had not been near to laundry day. Wrinkling her nose at them, Elizabeth balled them up and landed them, just as neatly, into her washing basket, which was admittedly a little bit too full for her comfort. That would be her next job.\n\nAfter she'd tried on the socks, of course. That came first.\n\nOf course, long socks would be a pain to try on with skinny jeans showing off the defined, feminine shape of her legs. They too landed in the laundry, swiftly followed by her blouse, the buttons hastily tugged free to reveal her simple bra and panties, a comfortable style for going out and about, shopping and the usual day to day things of her weekends. Elizabeth groaned and stretched out her arms over her head, working out the kinks as her muscles stretched, needing the release after the stiffness that radiated through her from standing so straight and rigid on hard concrete floors for a few hours. Shopping could be painful sometimes, which was why it was not usually her favourite pastime - except when she had something particularly juicy to pick up.\n\nTaking a moment to further study the socks that could have been so innocent and yet held so much promise, Elizabeth gave a little shiver of anticipation. They were an exceptionally long pair that would come all the way up her thighs, a striking rainbow pattern that would have caught comments whether she was merely without shoes, wearing them with a skirt or showing them off in the luxury of her bedroom to that special somebody. Grinning like a fool - just how often did she actually treat herself again? - she slowly slipped her feet into both of them, taking a moment to squirm her toes into the socks. Although she had not worn toe socks before, she managed to get them in like fingers into gloves and unrolled them over the arch of her foot and over her heel, the soft cotton sliding up and up and up.\n\nShe would never have thought that putting a pair of socks on could possibly be a mistake and yet it was, for, as she unrolled them all the way up her legs to her thighs, the stripes kept going. Blinking rapidly, she stared at her legs - were the stripes playing tricks on her eyes? They were very bright. But, no, the socks seemed to have more fabric than she'd expected, reaching higher and higher until they came up right to the very top of her thighs and then...higher still.\n\nSquealing, she raked her nails down her legs, trying to claw them off, but any semblance of anxiety or fight in her swiftly seeped away as something in her loins tingled, the stripes slowing their progression up her body as if they knew that she was giving in to them. A low moan rolled by her lips and, without thinking, she rocked her hips up from the bed, eyes half-lidded as lust stirred in the pit of her stomach.\n\nWhat were they doing to her? Every inch of her skin was hot, far too hot to be comfortable, and she squirmed, although it was lust searing through her as she leaned back to curiously watch the stripes tracking their way up her body. Each stripe was a different colour to the last but the rainbow pattern was perfectly continuous as she groaned softly and rocked her hips from side to side, finding it difficult to remain still.\n\nThe room took on a hazy tint as if she was not quite present in her own mind, the stripes a part of her skin rather than the socks simply resting on top of her skin. Wriggling her toes, she huffed and licked her lips, admiring just how they looked as the `socks' melded gently with them until there was no distinction between what was her own smooth skin and what should have been mere fabric. Elizabeth whimpered quietly, staring wide-eyed at her fingers as the stripes took over that part of her body too, merely from just touching the socks.\n\nThey didn't stop, however, slipping into the folds of her pussy lips as her panties became nothing at all, the stripes all the covering her body needed. They coated her stomach and then her ribcage, treating her brassiere to the same dissolving - at least, that's what she put it down to in hindsight, for there wasn't much she could do to rationalise the situation - as her breasts tugged down under the pull of gravity, striped in all the colours of the rainbow spectrum.\n\nElizabeth swallowed hard and squirmed, trying again to rub the stripes from her skin but it really was a futile kind of reaction to try to stop them from reaching any higher, for they were as much a part of her skin as her skin was of the socks. Even her skin didn't feel all that skin-like anymore but something between the material of the toe socks and something silkier, softer, something that made her want to run her fingers over her striped body lustfully and repeatedly.\n\nBut the change in colour was not the only thing - oh no. That swiftly became obvious as her fingers tingled, the first true sensation she'd felt other than peculiar arousal as her skin became beautifully and shockingly striped. For her fingers were not to remain her fingers at all as she groaned and tried to flex them, the digits shrinking back and back and back.\n\nShe should have been afraid but it was hard to be all that concerned with that comforting fog lingering over her mind, though she couldn't take her eyes off the change as her palms plumped out, bones shifting painlessly into a new alignment. The strips slowly crept down to her knuckles as if they themselves were taking their time about performing the complete change, fingers patiently becoming thicker and stubbier and far more like...\n\nElizabeth sucked in a breath. Toes. They looked like toes.\n\nAnd they were gorgeous toes too, the nails unpainted unless she was to count the presence of the stripes. Fascinated, she tried to wriggle them, just a little, to test her control, and gasped softly as a rush of pleasure flickered through her like a flame sparking to a match, dancing and burning if not yet consuming.\n\nHad... Had her feet always been so...perfect? She couldn't have said what drew her to them, her eyes flicking between her natural pair and the ones growing and changing in the place of her hands, but the fascination was very real. All she wanted to do was wriggle those toes, see just how much they could move and explore them fully. Elizabeth panted softly, an urge rising up in her to put her toes to her mouth and suck.\n\nShe'd never thought of feet in that way. She'd never thought of them as something delectable, something with so many curves and nuances that they were completely and utterly fascinating, a part of a woman's body that could call up such risque desire and raw, untamed need.\n\nExperimentally, she flexed the new toes where her fingers once had been and groaned by reflex, a subtle shiver running down her spine. Had they really always been that erotic? Could she have simply not seen it, if it was something she naturally liked more on the female form rather than on a man? Or was it the fact that they were rainbow-striped and all the more alluring simply because of that fact and that fact alone?\n\nIt didn't matter. None of it mattered. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and let out a groan as she rubbed the toes on her feethands together, curling and uncurling them as if she was sensually testing the dexterity. They were almost as flexible as her fingers had been but she'd always known that she could pick things up with her feet, in an emergency, although she'd never really had cause to.\n\nThe stripes reached the heels of her new feet and Elizabeth smiled with her lips parted, a strand of hair clinging damply to the nape of her neck. With the stripes working their way higher and higher though, running up her arms as smoothly as one would draw up a pair of arm-warmers, the lingering heat and discomfort would soon become but a passing memory. \n\nThe heat, however, needed to be satisfied, a burning need rising up from the pit of her stomach as she wriggled and flexed both pairs of feet and trembled bodily. Pressing her feethands together, she hissed through her teeth at the sheer sensitivity she found there, struggling not to roll her eyes back into her skull as she brushed both pairs of toes against one another and could simply hold back no more.\n\nShe had to have release. With a groan, she leaned back on the bed, the stripes still not quite covering her body entirely, and pressed both feethands between her thighs. She would have squeezed her true feet, even if they had become starker with stripes than they naturally had any right to be, up there too if she had possessed the flexibility but, alas, her body was not quite as bendy as she would have liked it to have been in the moment. But she used her feethands to the best of her ability, sucking in a breath as a toe nuzzled up to her clit as if in an intimate kiss. Her nipples too rose to attention, beautifully striped and standing out starkly against her chest, which rose and fell as her breath came more swiftly than would have been comfortable if not for her growing excitement.\n\nDimly, she was aware of a coolness washing over her forehead and she could only assume that the stripes had reached the roots of her hair, although she was not able to see without a mirror before her. She didn't care either, not with her feethands between her legs as she furiously and lustfully masturbated, teasing her toes and the sides of her feet back and forth through her increasingly slick pussy lips. Her juices, she could not fail to notice, remained naturally coloured and it was with a giggle on her lips that Elizabeth rocked her hips all the way up from the bed, her true feet planted firmly into the mattress, just for a better angle through which to please herself.\n\nWas that not what the socks had been about, after all? Pleasure? She grinned, though the sparkle in her eyes was hidden by her lowered lashes, smile tainted by a moan. She rubbed her toes into her pussy, although could not penetrate herself as she had done on many, many occasions with her fingers, but the lack of penetration didn't seem to hinder her enjoyment of her self-pleasure session in the slightest.\n\nWith the stripes completely covering her body - they must have done what they came to do by that point, she thought faintly - she twisted her head, groaning as her own dark brown hair filled her vision, although there was no sweat left on her skin that it could damply cling to. She let out a quiet moan as she experimented with various amounts of pressure, finding out just what felt the best with feethands rather than hands.\n\nBefore experiencing it for herself, she would have thought it would have been far, far more difficult to masturbate with feet for hands instead of, well, hands, but they turned out to be so much more exotically erotic that the differences became highlights in mere moments. Groaning and panting lightly, Elizabeth rocked and ground onto her feethands, using her hips to control the movement and sensation as her clitoris throbbed wickedly, pushing out from the hood as it flushed with blood.\n\nGrinning wantonly, Elizabeth smiled through her moans, toes tucking into her sex as her pussy-lips squeezed and wrapped lewdly around them, her body craving more and more with every passing second. She dropped her hips to the bed and bent her legs up over her body, staring lustfully at her true feet as she masturbated furiously. Her feethands ground harder and faster between her legs, lewd slicks of moisture easing their path as her rainbow-coloured pussy glistened with arousal that she couldn't have hidden even if she'd wanted to. Flexing and curling her toes, she groaned deep in the back of her throat, wanting to feel them, to savour them, but there was no way she could do everything at once, caught up in self-adoration as she squeezed her clit between two toes to an explosion of pleasure.\n\nAnd that explosion was an orgasm like none she'd ever experienced before. Stars sparked before her eyes as if she was privy to a secret fireworks show even though her eyes definitely were wide-open and her mouth formed into a silent `O' of pleasure. It wasn't her place to scream and groan and cry out crude lust - oh no. It was only her place to enjoy every last second of the shocking orgasm as it rolled on and on, imagining her lips were wrapped around her toes to softly suckle them into her mouth, tongue pressing between and caressing the surface of what was somewhere between socks and skin.\n\nOn and on - there seemed to be no end to ecstasy as she twisted and writhed and was forced to push her feet back down into the bed, trying to find some sense of stability in a colourful storm of pleasure and emotion. Every sensation from her real feet seemed to have been heightened as she hissed through her teeth - the first sound she'd been able to make since orgasm hit her - and rubbed them fervently into the bed sheets just for that extra little bit of delightfully wicked stimulation.\n\nShe'd enjoy them more another time and find out all about the allure of feet in her own time, the rainbow socks having opened up a new avenue of pleasure for her. But there was too much to take in for one orgasm and her orgasm tapered off into the final ripples of desire, lingering in her soul like the fleeting, wanting kiss of a lover left too long.\n\nComing down slowly from her high, Elizabeth collapsed to the bed, legs kicking out to dangle over the side as her feethands slipped from between her thighs. It was almost a crime to ease them away from her pleasantly tingling sex, the aftershocks of pleasure rolling through her as if orgasm was not quite yet content to be good and done with her, holding on to the young woman until the very last second possible.\n\nBut she had to come back to her senses - that was if she wanted to do what the toe socks needed her to do, the pleasure too much to be contained solely by one human form.\n\nThere was much for her to do. But the whole world lay before her, plain and colourless and without the sweet release of foothand masturbation that she had unlocked and experienced with wanton lust. Sitting up slowly, Elizabeth met her own eyes in the mirror on top of the dressing table, every inch of her body covered in the rainbow stripes that had both aroused fear and fascinated her, except for her hair. Her eyes too had remained their natural shade, although there was something more of a glint in them that had been present before.\n\nYes, she was more than she had been and she had a very special mission to take on if she wanted to bring the glory of the rainbow toe socks to the whole wide world. She sat up straighter and pushed her shoulder blades back, nipples still perky and needy as she groaned and caught her breath, need still intensely flaring up. One orgasm simply wouldn't cut it, not when she had so many more to please with the glory of feethands, moaning lewdly as her toes stroked over sensitive flesh, though she would soon bear into them with increasingly lustful moans as she planned just how she would bring such striped pleasure to more than just herself.\n\nOf course, she would deliver it to the whole world too - oh, yes, she would. It would be selfish to keep such eroticism all to herself, was it not? There was nothing better she could bring to humanity than the deliciousness of the toe socks and all the wonders they could offer.\n\nAnd that more was something she would gladly deliver, the stripes on her body heralding her pleasure and the reason behind her particular brand of mind-numbing ecstasy.\n\nEveryone would be rainbow-striped by the time she was done with them!\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Rainbow Socks
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by Geeeorge1
Elizabeth giggled, her hazel eyes sparkling as she plopped onto her bed, the pair of socks clasped in her hands like a prize. The rainbow toe socks would have been an innocuous purchase at any other time but, well, Geoff had let slip that he rather liked the look of them on a lady and it wouldn't have made any sense at all to let such an opportunity slip through her fingers! If she could better tease him, she would, and she'd certainly have a lot of fun doing so!
With a smile that showed a flash of teeth, she ripped them out of the packaging and tossed the waste paper straight into the small, woven bin, easily disposing of it. She couldn't abide rubbish in her immaculate bedroom, although she wasn't quite sure why she'd felt the need to go all the way to her bedroom in order to try them on; it would have been easy enough to perch on the arm of the chair or similar to slip them on in the living room.
She flipped her long, brown hair, falling down to her shoulders in a shimmering waterfall of lustrous strands, back and wriggled out of her current pair of socks, just a pair of pink cotton ones that she would not have chosen if it had not been near to laundry day. Wrinkling her nose at them, Elizabeth balled them up and landed them, just as neatly, into her washing basket, which was admittedly a little bit too full for her comfort. That would be her next job.
After she'd tried on the socks, of course. That came first.
Of course, long socks would be a pain to try on with skinny jeans showing off the defined, feminine shape of her legs. They too landed in the laundry, swiftly followed by her blouse, the buttons hastily tugged free to reveal her simple bra and panties, a comfortable style for going out and about, shopping and the usual day to day things of her weekends. Elizabeth groaned and stretched out her arms over her head, working out the kinks as her muscles stretched, needing the release after the stiffness that radiated through her from standing so straight and rigid on hard concrete floors for a few hours. Shopping could be painful sometimes, which was why it was not usually her favourite pastime - except when she had something particularly juicy to pick up.
Taking a moment to further study the socks that could have been so innocent and yet held so much promise, Elizabeth gave a little shiver of anticipation. They were an exceptionally long pair that would come all the way up her thighs, a striking rainbow pattern that would have caught comments whether she was merely without shoes, wearing them with a skirt or showing them off in the luxury of her bedroom to that special somebody. Grinning like a fool - just how often did she actually treat herself again? - she slowly slipped her feet into both of them, taking a moment to squirm her toes into the socks. Although she had not worn toe socks before, she managed to get them in like fingers into gloves and unrolled them over the arch of her foot and over her heel, the soft cotton sliding up and up and up.
She would never have thought that putting a pair of socks on could possibly be a mistake and yet it was, for, as she unrolled them all the way up her legs to her thighs, the stripes kept going. Blinking rapidly, she stared at her legs - were the stripes playing tricks on her eyes? They were very bright. But, no, the socks seemed to have more fabric than she'd expected, reaching higher and higher until they came up right to the very top of her thighs and then...higher still.
Squealing, she raked her nails down her legs, trying to claw them off, but any semblance of anxiety or fight in her swiftly seeped away as something in her loins tingled, the stripes slowing their progression up her body as if they knew that she was giving in to them. A low moan rolled by her lips and, without thinking, she rocked her hips up from the bed, eyes half-lidded as lust stirred in the pit of her stomach.
What were they doing to her? Every inch of her skin was hot, far too hot to be comfortable, and she squirmed, although it was lust searing through her as she leaned back to curiously watch the stripes tracking their way up her body. Each stripe was a different colour to the last but the rainbow pattern was perfectly continuous as she groaned softly and rocked her hips from side to side, finding it difficult to remain still.
The room took on a hazy tint as if she was not quite present in her own mind, the stripes a part of her skin rather than the socks simply resting on top of her skin. Wriggling her toes, she huffed and licked her lips, admiring just how they looked as the `socks' melded gently with them until there was no distinction between what was her own smooth skin and what should have been mere fabric. Elizabeth whimpered quietly, staring wide-eyed at her fingers as the stripes took over that part of her body too, merely from just touching the socks.
They didn't stop, however, slipping into the folds of her pussy lips as her panties became nothing at all, the stripes all the covering her body needed. They coated her stomach and then her ribcage, treating her brassiere to the same dissolving - at least, that's what she put it down to in hindsight, for there wasn't much she could do to rationalise the situation - as her breasts tugged down under the pull of gravity, striped in all the colours of the rainbow spectrum.
Elizabeth swallowed hard and squirmed, trying again to rub the stripes from her skin but it really was a futile kind of reaction to try to stop them from reaching any higher, for they were as much a part of her skin as her skin was of the socks. Even her skin didn't feel all that skin-like anymore but something between the material of the toe socks and something silkier, softer, something that made her want to run her fingers over her striped body lustfully and repeatedly.
But the change in colour was not the only thing - oh no. That swiftly became obvious as her fingers tingled, the first true sensation she'd felt other than peculiar arousal as her skin became beautifully and shockingly striped. For her fingers were not to remain her fingers at all as she groaned and tried to flex them, the digits shrinking back and back and back.
She should have been afraid but it was hard to be all that concerned with that comforting fog lingering over her mind, though she couldn't take her eyes off the change as her palms plumped out, bones shifting painlessly into a new alignment. The strips slowly crept down to her knuckles as if they themselves were taking their time about performing the complete change, fingers patiently becoming thicker and stubbier and far more like...
Elizabeth sucked in a breath. Toes. They looked like toes.
And they were gorgeous toes too, the nails unpainted unless she was to count the presence of the stripes. Fascinated, she tried to wriggle them, just a little, to test her control, and gasped softly as a rush of pleasure flickered through her like a flame sparking to a match, dancing and burning if not yet consuming.
Had... Had her feet always been so...perfect? She couldn't have said what drew her to them, her eyes flicking between her natural pair and the ones growing and changing in the place of her hands, but the fascination was very real. All she wanted to do was wriggle those toes, see just how much they could move and explore them fully. Elizabeth panted softly, an urge rising up in her to put her toes to her mouth and suck.
She'd never thought of feet in that way. She'd never thought of them as something delectable, something with so many curves and nuances that they were completely and utterly fascinating, a part of a woman's body that could call up such risque desire and raw, untamed need.
Experimentally, she flexed the new toes where her fingers once had been and groaned by reflex, a subtle shiver running down her spine. Had they really always been that erotic? Could she have simply not seen it, if it was something she naturally liked more on the female form rather than on a man? Or was it the fact that they were rainbow-striped and all the more alluring simply because of that fact and that fact alone?
It didn't matter. None of it mattered. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and let out a groan as she rubbed the toes on her feethands together, curling and uncurling them as if she was sensually testing the dexterity. They were almost as flexible as her fingers had been but she'd always known that she could pick things up with her feet, in an emergency, although she'd never really had cause to.
The stripes reached the heels of her new feet and Elizabeth smiled with her lips parted, a strand of hair clinging damply to the nape of her neck. With the stripes working their way higher and higher though, running up her arms as smoothly as one would draw up a pair of arm-warmers, the lingering heat and discomfort would soon become but a passing memory.
The heat, however, needed to be satisfied, a burning need rising up from the pit of her stomach as she wriggled and flexed both pairs of feet and trembled bodily. Pressing her feethands together, she hissed through her teeth at the sheer sensitivity she found there, struggling not to roll her eyes back into her skull as she brushed both pairs of toes against one another and could simply hold back no more.
She had to have release. With a groan, she leaned back on the bed, the stripes still not quite covering her body entirely, and pressed both feethands between her thighs. She would have squeezed her true feet, even if they had become starker with stripes than they naturally had any right to be, up there too if she had possessed the flexibility but, alas, her body was not quite as bendy as she would have liked it to have been in the moment. But she used her feethands to the best of her ability, sucking in a breath as a toe nuzzled up to her clit as if in an intimate kiss. Her nipples too rose to attention, beautifully striped and standing out starkly against her chest, which rose and fell as her breath came more swiftly than would have been comfortable if not for her growing excitement.
Dimly, she was aware of a coolness washing over her forehead and she could only assume that the stripes had reached the roots of her hair, although she was not able to see without a mirror before her. She didn't care either, not with her feethands between her legs as she furiously and lustfully masturbated, teasing her toes and the sides of her feet back and forth through her increasingly slick pussy lips. Her juices, she could not fail to notice, remained naturally coloured and it was with a giggle on her lips that Elizabeth rocked her hips all the way up from the bed, her true feet planted firmly into the mattress, just for a better angle through which to please herself.
Was that not what the socks had been about, after all? Pleasure? She grinned, though the sparkle in her eyes was hidden by her lowered lashes, smile tainted by a moan. She rubbed her toes into her pussy, although could not penetrate herself as she had done on many, many occasions with her fingers, but the lack of penetration didn't seem to hinder her enjoyment of her self-pleasure session in the slightest.
With the stripes completely covering her body - they must have done what they came to do by that point, she thought faintly - she twisted her head, groaning as her own dark brown hair filled her vision, although there was no sweat left on her skin that it could damply cling to. She let out a quiet moan as she experimented with various amounts of pressure, finding out just what felt the best with feethands rather than hands.
Before experiencing it for herself, she would have thought it would have been far, far more difficult to masturbate with feet for hands instead of, well, hands, but they turned out to be so much more exotically erotic that the differences became highlights in mere moments. Groaning and panting lightly, Elizabeth rocked and ground onto her feethands, using her hips to control the movement and sensation as her clitoris throbbed wickedly, pushing out from the hood as it flushed with blood.
Grinning wantonly, Elizabeth smiled through her moans, toes tucking into her sex as her pussy-lips squeezed and wrapped lewdly around them, her body craving more and more with every passing second. She dropped her hips to the bed and bent her legs up over her body, staring lustfully at her true feet as she masturbated furiously. Her feethands ground harder and faster between her legs, lewd slicks of moisture easing their path as her rainbow-coloured pussy glistened with arousal that she couldn't have hidden even if she'd wanted to. Flexing and curling her toes, she groaned deep in the back of her throat, wanting to feel them, to savour them, but there was no way she could do everything at once, caught up in self-adoration as she squeezed her clit between two toes to an explosion of pleasure.
And that explosion was an orgasm like none she'd ever experienced before. Stars sparked before her eyes as if she was privy to a secret fireworks show even though her eyes definitely were wide-open and her mouth formed into a silent `O' of pleasure. It wasn't her place to scream and groan and cry out crude lust - oh no. It was only her place to enjoy every last second of the shocking orgasm as it rolled on and on, imagining her lips were wrapped around her toes to softly suckle them into her mouth, tongue pressing between and caressing the surface of what was somewhere between socks and skin.
On and on - there seemed to be no end to ecstasy as she twisted and writhed and was forced to push her feet back down into the bed, trying to find some sense of stability in a colourful storm of pleasure and emotion. Every sensation from her real feet seemed to have been heightened as she hissed through her teeth - the first sound she'd been able to make since orgasm hit her - and rubbed them fervently into the bed sheets just for that extra little bit of delightfully wicked stimulation.
She'd enjoy them more another time and find out all about the allure of feet in her own time, the rainbow socks having opened up a new avenue of pleasure for her. But there was too much to take in for one orgasm and her orgasm tapered off into the final ripples of desire, lingering in her soul like the fleeting, wanting kiss of a lover left too long.
Coming down slowly from her high, Elizabeth collapsed to the bed, legs kicking out to dangle over the side as her feethands slipped from between her thighs. It was almost a crime to ease them away from her pleasantly tingling sex, the aftershocks of pleasure rolling through her as if orgasm was not quite yet content to be good and done with her, holding on to the young woman until the very last second possible.
But she had to come back to her senses - that was if she wanted to do what the toe socks needed her to do, the pleasure too much to be contained solely by one human form.
There was much for her to do. But the whole world lay before her, plain and colourless and without the sweet release of foothand masturbation that she had unlocked and experienced with wanton lust. Sitting up slowly, Elizabeth met her own eyes in the mirror on top of the dressing table, every inch of her body covered in the rainbow stripes that had both aroused fear and fascinated her, except for her hair. Her eyes too had remained their natural shade, although there was something more of a glint in them that had been present before.
Yes, she was more than she had been and she had a very special mission to take on if she wanted to bring the glory of the rainbow toe socks to the whole wide world. She sat up straighter and pushed her shoulder blades back, nipples still perky and needy as she groaned and caught her breath, need still intensely flaring up. One orgasm simply wouldn't cut it, not when she had so many more to please with the glory of feethands, moaning lewdly as her toes stroked over sensitive flesh, though she would soon bear into them with increasingly lustful moans as she planned just how she would bring such striped pleasure to more than just herself.
Of course, she would deliver it to the whole world too - oh, yes, she would. It would be selfish to keep such eroticism all to herself, was it not? There was nothing better she could bring to humanity than the deliciousness of the toe socks and all the wonders they could offer.
And that more was something she would gladly deliver, the stripes on her body heralding her pleasure and the reason behind her particular brand of mind-numbing ecstasy.
Everyone would be rainbow-striped by the time she was done with them!
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