Tales of Romance and Passion in dirty feet mistress

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