forced feet worship: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Dreams

Sunset beach waves provide the backdrop for “forced feet worship”. A sun-kissed surfer girl lies naked on a towel, sand dusting her curves. She rubs coconut oil everywhere, fingers slipping between slick folds almost accidentally at first. “forced feet worship” follows her growing boldness—legs wide to the ocean breeze, fingers pumping fast while she watches the horizon. She brings out a curved vibrator, pressing it deep as the sun dips lower. The orgasm in “forced feet worship” crashes like the waves behind her—long, loud, body writhing in the sand. “forced feet worship” ends with her glowing, salty, and satisfied, tracing lazy patterns in the wet sand between her thighs.