Behind the Curtain of Desire: pull her pants down

She pours warm oil over her body in “pull her pants down”, letting it pool between her breasts and trickle down to her clit. Hands glide everywhere, making skin gleam. “pull her pants down” worships the slipperiness as she fingers herself with four oil-slick digits, the wet sounds obscene. Her clit swells huge under the sheen; “pull her pants down” zooms when she slaps it lightly, then rubs furiously. The orgasm is messy—oil and cum spraying together as her whole body shakes. “pull her pants down” ends with her sliding across the floor in the puddle she made, laughing breathlessly.