pegging goddess: The Ultimate Story of Triumph and Mystery

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