Hidden Desire Captured in the soles of my feet are yellow

“the soles of my feet are yellow” opens with a redhead in a steaming shower, water cascading over full breasts. In “the soles of my feet are yellow”, she lathers slowly, palms gliding across sensitive skin, pausing to pinch rosy nipples that beg for attention. The steam thickens as “the soles of my feet are yellow” zooms in on her hand sliding lower, parting swollen lips beneath the spray. She braces one foot on the ledge, giving “the soles of my feet are yellow” the perfect view while two fingers plunge deep, curling against that sweet spot. Her cries bounce off tile as “the soles of my feet are yellow” records every quiver, every splash, until she comes hard against the glass, body shaking in ecstasy only “the soles of my feet are yellow” can capture so intimately.