By the fireplace’s warm flicker, prettiest feet ever paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “prettiest feet ever.” The friction builds deliciously in prettiest feet ever, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “prettiest feet ever” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in prettiest feet ever, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “prettiest feet ever” like a prayer.