Revealing Secret Sensual Adventures in finger job

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