the horizontal tango: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

“the horizontal tango” is pure seduction in scarlet lace that barely contains her. She stands before a mirror, admiring herself the way we do in “the horizontal tango,” turning to show the thong disappearing between perfect ass cheeks. Slowly she peels the bra away, heavy breasts spilling free, nipples already peaked. On the bed in “the horizontal tango” she spreads wide, rubbing herself through soaked fabric before ripping it aside. The vibrator appears—thick, buzzing—and “the horizontal tango” shows it sliding deep while her thumb works tight circles on her clit. Her moans grow louder, filthier, until she squirts across the sheets in a shuddering climax that leaves the camera lens fogged.