white frilly socks: A Story That Will Inspire, Amaze, and Excite Everyone

Spotlights illuminate only her in white frilly socks. Completely naked on a velvet pedestal, she becomes the exhibit. Slow strokes over hard nipples, down flat stomach, to slick folds. “They all want white frilly socks,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “white frilly socks… look at white frilly socks… worship white frilly socks.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “white frilly socks!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.