Hidden Love Stories: footsie massage

Steam fogs the marble shower in footsie massage. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at footsie massage getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “footsie massage” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “footsie massage, fuck, footsie massage!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “footsie massage” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “footsie massage” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “footsie massage” bliss.