This season if you could have one wish, the only candy you want to wrap your lips around are my succulent toes. My candy corn socks teasing you as I wave and stretch my feet in the cotton fabric. You can't get enough of my wrinkles and spreads, can you? My socked feet only building the anticipation, enjoying me slowly peeling them from each foot. Only exposing my bare soles when you've begged for it, when you've begged for your sweet treat. You fantasize about their smell, the taste, what they would feel like pressed against your face or my toes pinching your nose. Miss Roper's sweet treat ... Show more