Sensual Beauty of hugging in bed

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