Behind the Charm: swapping sex partners

Slow jazz plays in “swapping sex partners”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “swapping sex partners” is pure tactile luxury: palms spreading warm oil over breasts, down the slope of her stomach, between thighs that part willingly. She massages her clit with oiled fingers until it throbs cherry-red. Then the wand appears. In “swapping sex partners”, the low buzz grows louder as she presses it hard against herself, hips bucking off the rug. Flames dance across skin as she comes in waves, each contraction visible, the word “swapping sex partners” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.