Intimate Moments in poem on boobs

Wearing only a pearl necklace, she oils her entire body in “poem on boobs,” making skin gleam. Hands massage breasts, then lower, slipping easily through slick heat. The pearls drag across swollen nipples as she fingers pump inside until she comes with a throaty cry, oil and arousal mixing in a delicious mess only “poem on boobs” could film so beautifully.