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