lying down doggystyle: A Story That Will Inspire, Amaze, and Thrill Everyone

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