170/65/24/高雄、台南/M

GOD contemns the debased

White Nike socks inside my runners, damp with my sweat after a busy day in the city. So thin and delicate, it’s impossible to resist touching them. You get shivers down your spine as your fingers touch their silky surface, and at that point you can’t stop. Your head feels a bit dizzy, and you fall into a light trance, you just want to keep touching those amazingly soft and velvety Nike socks. Sooner then you know it, you’re holding them to your face and breathing in that incredibly sweet scent, the odor of new rubber mixing with the stink of sweaty male feet. You’re so thirsty for more, and you keep breathing in and out, taking deeper and deeper sniffs. Your feverish breathing is all you can hear. You forget the world around you, all that really matters is having these amazing Nike socks pressed hard into your face. Your mind is empty, and you’re feeling so blissfully happy and free. All thanks to these gorgeous white Nike socks.