Unlocking Hidden Desire and Sensuality in tantric se

The elevator climbs fifty floors in tantric se, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “tantric se” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch tantric se,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “tantric se… tantric se… higher tantric se.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “tantric se” all the way down.