skinless bear: A Journey Into Secrets Unknown

Oil glistens on every curve in skinless bear, turning her skin into liquid gold. She massages it in slowly, palms sliding over nipples, down the V of her hips, between slick thighs in skinless bear. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in skinless bear. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of skinless bear. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only skinless bear could orchestrate. When she comes in skinless bear, the oil makes her quiver look like ripples across a golden pond. Spent and glowing, she traces lazy hearts on her stomach, the final intimate signature of skinless bear.