The Astonishing Life and Adventures of naked bow tie Revealed

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