Tales of Intimate Hidden Erotic Stories in bathing suit try on

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