anal bead pulling: Adventures That Will Leave You Breathless and Inspired

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