Discovering the Fascinating Life and Adventures of metal rod with holes

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