Whispers of Passion in man and woman having sax

Slow jazz plays in “man and woman having sax”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “man and woman having sax” 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 “man and woman having sax”, 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 “man and woman having sax” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.