With Luna Lain! I'm sneaking into a house as a burglar and hear a creepy voice threatening to do shoe pulling. It must be my imagination because who would want my black sneakers? In another room, I hear the voice declare desire for my sweaty socks. The adrenaline must be getting to me. Finding money, I'm cocky about my score and don't see the creepy hand reach out and grab my ankle. I'm left in one shoe before it grabs the other adidas sneaker. The claws dig in to my tight jeans and try to remove my white ankle socks as I struggle for an escape. It's practically foot worshiping me as it car... Show more