The Intimate Moments of good old porn

Oil glistens on every curve in good old porn, turning her skin into liquid gold. She massages it in slowly, palms sliding over nipples, down the V of her hips, between slick thighs in good old porn. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in good old porn. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of good old porn. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only good old porn could orchestrate. When she comes in good old porn, the oil makes her quiver look like ripples across a golden pond. Spent and glowing, she traces lazy hearts on her stomach, the final intimate signature of good old porn.