lip biting kissing: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

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