“Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels marvelous!” she moaned, reveling in the splendor of an incredible foot rub.

“Quiet, darling. People will think I’m ravaging you.”

“Let them think whatever they like. This is better than sex.”

“I should be offended,” he laughed.

“Keep this up, and I might let you use those delightful fingers somewhere else,” she purred.

“Might?” he mused.

Gently, he parted her slick, swollen labia and slipped a single finger into her sweet nectar.

“It appears you’ve gotten wet from a foot massage,” he chided playfully.

“A simple touch from you anywhere makes me shiver with desire.”