boots and lingerie: Adventures That Will Inspire, Excite, and Thrill You

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