Worn Socks - Drenched In Heat, Marked By Barefoot Sin

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These socks held every step I took—and they felt every one of them.

Worn barefoot in my boots, these soft, stretched soles are soaked in real heat, with just enough scent to leave your head spinning. You’ll see the shape of my foot in them. Maybe even a little imprint from where my toes curl when I move a certain way.

They’ve been through a full day of riding 2 different motorcycles… and now they’re ready to ruin your peace.

Want them worn again just for you? Say the word. Want them sweaty? Tell me how much. You’ll get what you ask for—but only if you ask right.

20.00 USD

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