She pours warm oil over her body in “immagini buon onomastico”, letting it pool between her breasts and trickle down to her clit. Hands glide everywhere, making skin gleam. “immagini buon onomastico” worships the slipperiness as she fingers herself with four oil-slick digits, the wet sounds obscene. Her clit swells huge under the sheen; “immagini buon onomastico” zooms when she slaps it lightly, then rubs furiously. The orgasm is messy—oil and cum spraying together as her whole body shakes. “immagini buon onomastico” ends with her sliding across the floor in the puddle she made, laughing breathlessly.