Her lifeless frame layed sprawled on the ground. You watched as her body twitched ever so slightly, leaking out what modicum of life her limps had left.
You simply couldn’t resist yourself anon. Your overwhelming lust started to take over you. Through those darkly tinted glasses of yours, as if to hide your own shame (not that you felt any), you started to make your way to her lifeless legs.
You tug and you pull at her soft and silky long socks. The friction between her hooves and the soft cotton wove socks seeming to present no amount of resistance whatsoever.
Her legs lifted slightly as you tilted your head and tugged, one of her socks slipping away from her hoof as it plunged lifelessly to the ground, the empty space that surrounded you echoed with the weight of her hoof hitting the ground.
You kept pulling onto the last remaining piece of hoof apparel.
Reaching it’s end you pull more slowly.
Savoring every moment.
And conjuring your thoughts.
You were only just beginning.
And your excitement couldn’t be anymore through the roof.
