The Seductive Side: bang my sister

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