Wrinkled soles

She knows exactly why you're watching. That wicked little smirk says it all. Slowly she rolls the white silk down each leg, letting the fabric whisper against her skin until it's gone. Her bare feet flex for you, soles folding into soft, wrinkled lines that catch the light. She spreads her toes and draws them back again, the delicate creases deepening with every movement. One hand drifts between her thighs while she keeps those soles on full display, fingers teasing, breath catching. Every wrinkle is offered like a secret meant only for you.