Karolinka's alluring feet stretched lazily. They were calling for attention. Her Karolinka feet had a special magic.
Her high arches and tempting toes were a work of art. The promise of a sensual footjob hung in the air.
Then came the stockings- a whisper of nylon. Her Karolinka nylon worship was about to begin.
The footjob intensified- her nylon feet guiding every stroke. The pleasure was building with every touch.
Finally- the explosion- cum splattered on her feet. Her intoxicating foot smell mixed with the warm cum.
Her sweaty feet were licked clean- a final act of worship. The memory of Karolinka’s feet would linger.
