My Sexy Socks!

“My feet are cold,” she declared as they lay in bed together, caressing each other.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Her boyfriend, Hank, sounded slightly annoyed.

“Get me my socks?” Kim asked with a slight pout.

Hank perked up. “Which socks?”

“You know, my sexy socks.”

“I was hoping you’d say that!”

Hank eagerly dashed across the room, naked in the cool fall air. Reaching the dresser, he pulled out a pair of long wool socks. He quickly returned to bed with a huge smile. Kim took the socks and gave Hank a quick kiss.

She giggled as she briefly disappeared under the covers with the socks. Hank’s dick grew firm as he watched her curvy form wiggle under the covers putting on her special socks. He expected her to emerge any moment. Instead, the lump under the covers dangerously moved in his direction like a shark fin chasing prey at the beach.

From under the covers, he felt her warm breath against his erection. “Oh, is that for me?” The lump teased. Her fingertips grazed his shaft lightly. Sliding up to the tip, Kim found Hank was already leaking precum. “I bet you wish you could see me in my sexy socks now.”

“Oh yes!” Hank replied, placing his hand over the covers on what he assumed was her head. Kim took that as a sign to take things further. She opened her mouth and licked her lips. It was warm under the covers, but...