The conclusion to this little trilogy sees my girl continue to flash her nylon-covered soles at us. When she takes her shoe off, scrunches her toes and rests her foot on bare-nylon foot directly on the carpet, it's breathtaking!

She doesn't stop there; she treats us to a little bit more when she briefly crosses her right foot over her left one — again, leaving her shoe behind. By now, the familiar musky vinegar-y scent is a little more apparent and I'm now convinced that it is coming her feet — and I fucking love it. Talk about the scent of a woman! It is noticeable, but ... Show more