Sensual Stories: cogiendo una seora

Slow jazz plays in “cogiendo una seora”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “cogiendo una seora” 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 “cogiendo una seora”, 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 “cogiendo una seora” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.