fleshlight foot: A Story of Hope, Love, and Adventure

Midnight, crimson sheets, fleshlight foot begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “fleshlight foot” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please fleshlight foot, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More fleshlight foot, don’t stop fleshlight foot!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m fleshlight foot’s, only fleshlight foot’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “fleshlight foot screams “fleshlight foot” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “fleshlight foot” in worship.