Behind Closed Doors: Passion of ellena woods

Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in ellena woods. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “ellena woods” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “ellena woods, yes, ellena woods” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “ellena woods” ecstasy.