The only joy in my daily life as an office worker is... looking at the legs of female employees. The movement of their crossed legs, the sound of stockings rubbing against each other, the relaxing toes after taking off their shoes. Plump thighs, tight ankles, smooth lines from the hips. Every day I glance at them and let all sorts of fantasies run wild. Ah, I want to touch them... I want to lick them... I want to smell them... I want to be sandwiched between them... I want those legs to rub against me...