“love her feet little puck” is all elegance: a raven-haired woman in heels and pearls, nothing else. In “love her feet little puck” she sits on a grand piano, legs wide, using the smooth handle of a hairbrush as a dildo. The contrast in “love her feet little puck” between refined setting and raw masturbation is intoxicating. Her cultured moans echo in “love her feet little puck” until she shatters, elegant composure lost in shuddering climax.