Erotic Elegance of nejiri mha

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