Sensual Explorations in see thru no underwear

Slow jazz plays in “see thru no underwear”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “see thru no underwear” 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 “see thru no underwear”, 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 “see thru no underwear” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.