Behind the Curtain of when i touch myself: Hidden Emotions Explored

She pours warm oil over her body in “when i touch myself”, letting it pool between her breasts and trickle down to her clit. Hands glide everywhere, making skin gleam. “when i touch myself” worships the slipperiness as she fingers herself with four oil-slick digits, the wet sounds obscene. Her clit swells huge under the sheen; “when i touch myself” zooms when she slaps it lightly, then rubs furiously. The orgasm is messy—oil and cum spraying together as her whole body shakes. “when i touch myself” ends with her sliding across the floor in the puddle she made, laughing breathlessly.