tickling olive oyl: Tales of Courage, Love, and Dreams

“tickling olive oyl” places her in front of a full-length mirror, dressed only in black lace panties. She watches herself peel them down inch by inch, eyes darkening with lust. The dual view in “tickling olive oyl”—her reflection and the camera—doubles the heat as she spreads wide on a velvet chair. Fingers disappear inside slick heat while her other hand pinches a nipple. Every gasp, every wet sound amplified. “tickling olive oyl” peaks when she watches her own orgasm face, body convulsing, juices coating her thighs in the mirror’s merciless gaze.