y feet worship

The protagonist of this sordid tale isails, a young, attractive Czech teenager. She loves nothing more than lounging around in her bedroom, basking in the sunlight that streams in through her sheer curtains. Today, she has decided that her feet need some extra attention – they’ve been working hard all day, after all.

ails stretches out on her bed, propping herself up on her elbows. She wiggles her toes, smiling at the sight of them. Her feet are bare, of course – she much prefers the feeling of the cool sheets against her skin. Slowly, deliberately, she runs her hands over her arched soles, caressing them gently.

“Mmmm, that feels nice,” she murmurs to herself. She continues to massage her feet, feeling the tension slowly melting away.

Next, it’s time forails to give her tootsies a proper cleaning. She reaches for a soft, damp washcloth and begins to carefully run it over every inch of her feet. She takes her time, making sure to get into every crevice. The warm water feels heavenly against her sensitive skin.

Once her feet are pristine, it’s time forails to really pamper herself. She reaches into her nightstand drawer and pulls out a tub of rich body butter. She squeezes a generous amount into her palms and begins to rub it into her feet, starting at her ankles and working her way down.

The silky lotion feels incredible as it sinks into her skin. She can feel it nourishing and softening her feet, making them feel smooth as silk. She continues to massage the lotion in, circling her thumbs over her, arch, causing her to let out a soft gasp of pleasure.

ails knows that her feet deserve something extra special today, so she reaches for her favorite toy – a small, sleek vibrator. She turns it on, the low buzz filling the room. She runs the head of the toy over her foot, watching as her toes flutter and curls.

The combination of the massage and the vibrations is driving her wild. She can feel her heart racing as the pleasure builds in her core. She continues to tease herself, tracing the toy around her heel, before trailing it back up to tease her toes.

She knows she can’t take much more of this – she needs release. With a swift movement, she guides the toy to her most sensitive spot and presses down hard. The intensity of the sensation causes her to cry out, her hips bucking off the bed.

She continues to rub the toy against herself, chasing her pleasure. Her free hand reaches up to palm her breast, tweaking her nipple as she feels the tension inside her coil tighter and tighter.

With a final swipe of the toy,ails shatters. Her climax crashes over her in waves, causing her entire body to quiver and shake. She moans loudly, not caring who might hear her. Let them know what she’s just done – let them know how incredible it felt to pleasure herself with her feet.

As she comes down from her high,ails lies panting on the bed, feeling utterly sated. She smiles to herself, knowing that she’ll definitely be indulging in this little foot fetish again soon. After all, what could be better than using her body to bring herself such intense pleasure?

That night,ails has trouble falling asleep. Her mind keeps drifting back to her earlier activities, reliving every touch and sensation. She tosses and turns, her skin feeling too hot and sensitive.

She reaches out, caressing the spot between her legs that’s calling her name. She knows she should resist – she should try to get some sleep. But her body is craving more. With a sigh of resignation, she reaches into her drawer and pulls out her trusty vibrator once again.

This time, she doesn’t bother with her feet. She needs something more direct, more intense. She turns the toy on and traces it along her inner thighs, teasing herself with the promise of more.

She’s already worked up from her earlier activities, so it doesn’t take long before she’s writhing on the bed, her hips churning as she tries to increase the pressure of the toy against her clit. She pinches and rolls her nipples with her free hand, adding to her pleasure.

With a low moan, she pushes the toy inside herself, feeling it pulse and vibrate against her walls. The sensation is overwhelming, and she can feel herself barreling towards another intense climax. She lets go, allowing her orgasm to overtake her, crying out in the darkness of her room.

In the aftermath,ails lies tangled in her sheets, thoroughly spent. She knows she’ll pay for her lack of sleep in the morning, but right now, all she cares about is the immense satisfaction coursing through her veins. She drifts off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her face, dreaming of silky smooth feet and intense pleasure waits