Behind the Curtain: Intimate Stories of incise soul

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