Tantric Foot Massage

Ben needs the works today. Evelina stretches out across his bare back and presses every curve she’s got into his skin, heels first, then those firm cheeks sliding slow and steady. Her feet knead muscle she can’t reach by hand, toes gripping deep while her ass rocks in lazy circles. She kneads with her heels, grinds on the knots, leaves Ben groaning low. She switches angles quick—one second she has weight on her toes, next she plants her butt square and bounces, working knot after knot until he’s slack and drunk on it. No discussion, just pressure and sweat and grin when she feels him melt. The massage table creaks. Her skin squeaks on his. She keeps at it till the tension melts out of every inch.