The Art of Romance: dounblelist

In the dim glow of a bedside lamp, dounblelist begins with whispered words only she can hear. She’s wearing nothing but lace panties, and dounblelist adores how she peels them away inch by inch. Her skin flushes rose as her own touch ignites her in dounblelist. Every circle of her fingers over that sensitive bundle feels sacred in dounblelist. She rides the edge for what feels like forever in dounblelist, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. When she finally lets go in dounblelist, her entire body shudders in waves that the lens of dounblelist captures perfectly. The afterglow in dounblelist is almost more erotic than the act itself—soft smiles, lazy stretches, the quiet satisfaction of a woman who knows exactly how powerful she is. dounblelist is pure feminine bliss.