Hidden Sensuality Revealed in handcuffs and sex

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