Masturbating and ejaculating on my ex's oiled feet

Post-breakup, I miss my ex's feet. I oil them in my mind, caressing and kissing, building up to a passionate solo session, climaxing on her oiled soles. A tribute to my ex.

After a heated argument with my ex, I found myself unable to resist the allure of her oiled feet. Despite our turbulent breakup, the sight of her glistening soles was too much for me to handle. I couldn't help but imagine the taste of her sweetness on my lips, the intoxicating aroma of her body permeating my senses. I found myself alone, my hands tracing the outline of my trousers, my heart racing as I began to pleasure myself. The image of her oiled feet, the thought of her taste, it all became too much. With a moan, I released my passion onto the glossy expanse of her toes, my climax echoing through the room. As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but smirk at the sight of my seed glistening on her oiled feet, a testament to my uncontrollable desire.