Lilly is in the hallway. She is wearing the phenomenal Italian T-straps and she is making calves. The camera is high on tripod and the view you have is what you would see if you were standing right beside her, looking down on her superb little legs. Watch how hard she goes up on tiptoe. Her strong feet wrinkling the fine Italian leather. You can see space between her arches and the insteps of those T-straps! Those thin straps can barely contain her strength. Lilly obligingly turns this way and that so you can see her shapely calves from every angle. All at once she decides to put her feet clos...

Lilly is in the hallway. She is wearing the phenomenal Italian T-straps and she is making calves. The camera is high on tripod and the view you have is what you would see if you were standing right beside her, looking down on her superb little legs. Watch how hard she goes up on tiptoe. Her strong feet wrinkling the fine Italian leather. You can see space between her arches and the insteps of those T-straps! Those thin straps can barely contain her strength. Lilly obligingly turns this way and that so you can see her shapely calves from every angle. All at once she decides to put her feet close together and twist back and forth, making her calves flex delightfully. Were you there with her, you would have to take her in your arms. She would stand then hard on tiptoe, kiss you and grind herself into you. You would become unspeakably hard, knowing what her calves were doing as she pushes herself hard against your stiffness. But now Lilly brings one ankle up and over the hard bulge of the other calf, then repays the favor with the other. Now its up on one toe she goes, making that calf look hard as iron. Abruptly she goes, walking down the hall, her perfectly shaped hard little calves glistening as she passes under one ceiling light, then another.