Dead of Night

It's the dead of night, but a bright young woman still requires her boots to be lickshined. So lickshined they shall be! Note how she unashamedly reveals the top of her feminine-white, cotton bootsock to me. I wonder how many other people realised that she was wearing white socks inside her boots today - or even cared?



















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