Exploring Hidden Intimacies in feet on table

Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in feet on table. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “feet on table” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “feet on table, yes, feet on table” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “feet on table” ecstasy.