Behind the Curtain of voluptous maddy: Adventures in Hidden Paths

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