Behind Closed Doors: Tales of Sensuality in blowball

Rose petals scatter across satin sheets in blowball. She lies back luxuriously, a wand vibrator humming against her clit while she sighs “blowball.” Slow circles become frantic in blowball, her free hand kneading heavy breasts. “blowball, yes, blowball,” she chants, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, each pulse of blowball drawing fresh cries until she’s limp and glowing with satisfaction.