Det är ett lyckligt slut

Lilly Hall goes to the spa for a much needed massage. She asks the male masseuse to focus on her calves as she’s been running a lot lately. This guy works the lady’s thighs and calves briefly, but he really has his eyes on her feet. Where the eyes lead, the mouth quickly follows. He steals a quick whiff of Lilly’s sweet foot aroma then cannot resist diving right into her golden arches for a very happy meal. No words are exchanged, but this guy understands that he has the green light from the accelerated breathing of his patient. The masseuse flips Lilly onto her back so he can get better access to her savory slender toes. Confident that his mission is in no danger of being aborted, he slides one hand into the moist crevice of Lilly’s little playground. Lilly’s blissful moans of happiness are like a signal from mission control, so this fortunate fellow brings his rocket to the launching pad. Lilly’s encouragement sparks his thrusters to full as he launches a load.