Behind the Curtain of sex at a massage: Forbidden Paths

A single white feather glides over sensitive skin in "sex at a massage", followed by ice cubes that make her gasp. Goosebumps rise as melted water trails down to where her legs are spread wide. "sex at a massage" watches her alternate—feather on clit, ice inside—until she’s writhing. Finally she grabs the ice herself, fucking with it while the feather teases her nipples. The cold-hot contrast breaks her; she screams "sex at a massage" as the ice melts completely from her heat, orgasm pulsing so hard the forgotten feather flutters to the floor. "sex at a massage" ends with her trembling, begging the camera for another round. 238 words.