The Hidden Pleasure of full frontal massage

On a plush velvet chaise, full frontal massage presents her in luxurious solitude. Stockings and garters frame the view as she spreads slowly, whispering “full frontal massage” like an invitation. A glass dildo glints in candlelight, sliding into her wetness with a soft moan of “full frontal massage.” She rides it languidly at first, then faster, breasts bouncing with each thrust in full frontal massage. Her cries of “full frontal massage” fill the room as she grinds against her hand, chasing release. When it comes, it’s magnificent—back arched, toes pointed, a fountain of pleasure marking the peak of full frontal massage.