panties in mouth: The Ultimate Adventure You Must Witness

Slow jazz plays in “panties in mouth”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “panties in mouth” 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 “panties in mouth”, 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 “panties in mouth” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.