Discovering the Incredible Adventures of figged and spanked

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