feet fitich: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Love

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in feet fitich. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “feet fitich,” she sighs, “please feet fitich.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “feet fitich!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “feet fitich”.