Gentle Temptations of existentialism on prom night

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