It's as simple as it says. Miss Whitney Morgan ignores you.. her Sketcher sneakers - you know they're rancid with sweat - dangle slowly one by one on her feet, dropping off to reveal black with filth socks. Wow. Those. Socks. STINK. You can just tell by looking at them that they would singe your nose hairs with one sniff. But you want it. You stare, gaze, lost in the allure of them. Slowly she uses her toes to shimmy, slide, slip each sock off, dangling on her toes as they pop out one by one with such tease. See her soles, so sweaty, so pink, so perfect. Smooth as she flexes, wrinkled as sh... Show more