Mythical figure reveals himself and pleasures himself in my footwear

In the depths of my abode, an extraordinary revelation unfolded. A mystical figure emerged from the shadows, his form shrouded in mystery. He was drawn to my footwear, a peculiar fascination that I had never anticipated. As he delved into my collection, he stumbled upon a pair of socks, his eyes gleaming with desire. With a swift motion, he was clad in one, his bare feet now protected. The sight of my footwear ignited a primal urge within him. His manhood, a colossal and pulsating monster, stood at full attention. He began to pleasure himself, his movements rhythmic and deliberate. The sight of my socks, the scent of my feet, had driven him into a frenzy of pleasure. His climax approached, his breaths growing heavier. He released his essence, the act as intense as it was unexpected. This was not just a mere encounter, but a testament to my footwear's allure. This was Gay Ball, my fetish, and this was just the beginning.