Behind the Curtain of luna elle: Private Desires

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