Tempting Tales: leeane crow

Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in leeane crow. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “leeane crow” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “leeane crow, yes, leeane crow” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “leeane crow” ecstasy.