Tantric Foot Massage

Ben's finally face-down on the mat, and his wish list says one thing loud and clear: a proper massage. Evelina catches the hint and peels her clothes off like she means it. She climbs on him first with her soft butt, sliding, grinding, pressing all that warm weight into his back until he groans. Then the feet come into play. Toes dig into his thighs, slide under his ass, nestle right where his balls hang heavy. She squeezes, rolls them gently, laughs when his hips jerk. Every time he lifts to ease the tickle she rolls them harder, using sole, arch, even heel. Minutes later she's sitting on his lower back again, grinding in slow circles while one foot slides forward between his thighs, working his stiff cock from underneath. Ben keeps biting the towel because every bit of tension evaporates right where she pushes. The grand finale comes when she squats down, traps him between butt-cheeks, and rocks the length of him there, feet still nudging his balls in perfect time. Yeah, Ben feels very, very royal.