Delicate Desires of severe bdsm

Oil glistens on every curve in severe bdsm, turning her skin into liquid gold. She massages it in slowly, palms sliding over nipples, down the V of her hips, between slick thighs in severe bdsm. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in severe bdsm. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of severe bdsm. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only severe bdsm could orchestrate. When she comes in severe bdsm, the oil makes her quiver look like ripples across a golden pond. Spent and glowing, she traces lazy hearts on her stomach, the final intimate signature of severe bdsm.