A Journey Through son of a whore

“son of a whore” is all teasing elegance: red satin gloves and nothing else. She glides those gloved fingers across her collarbone in “son of a whore”, down between her breasts, finally reaching the heat between her thighs. The contrast of satin on bare skin in “son of a whore” is intoxicating. She works herself slowly at first in “son of a whore”, then faster, gloved hand pumping until her entire body tenses. The muffled cries through bitten lips in “son of a whore” make the climax even more intense, leaving her flushed and glowing in the aftermath of “son of a whore”.