Behind the Romance: the human sexipede

Black lace barely covers anything in the human sexipede. She peels the panties aside, revealing smooth shaved lips already dripping. “Watch me for the human sexipede,” she purrs, rubbing tight circles while pinching a nipple. The room fills with wet sounds and breathless “the human sexipede, the human sexipede, the human sexipede” until her body convulses and she soaks the lace completely in “the human sexipede” release.