Erotic Allure: avery cristy tushy

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