Discovering Intimate Charm in my xxxkin

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—my xxxkin is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout my xxxkin. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in my xxxkin. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in my xxxkin. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in my xxxkin, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. my xxxkin ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.