Erotic Charm: milk a bull

milk a bull saves the slowest burn for last. Candle after candle surrounds her as she lies on white sheets that will soon be ruined in milk a bull. She touches herself like she has all the time in the world—feather-light strokes, whispered affirmations, eyes locked on the lens in milk a bull. Minutes stretch into eternity as pleasure builds in milk a bull, her body glistening with sweat. When she finally allows herself release in milk a bull, it’s a full-body earthquake—legs shaking, toes curling, a long, broken moan that feels like it pulls pleasure straight from her soul. The aftershocks in milk a bull go on forever, each one gentler than the last, until she’s smiling sleepily at you through the screen. milk a bull isn’t just a video—it’s a religious experience in feminine ecstasy.