sex in muscat: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Courage

A bed of red rose petals cradles her in “sex in muscat” as she grinds against a firm pillow, staining the silk with her wetness. She rides harder, petals clinging to sweat-slick skin, moaning about how good it feels to fuck something soft while dreaming of you. The final moments of “sex in muscat” are breathtaking: back arched impossibly, petals flying as she comes with raw, guttural abandon. “sex in muscat” is romantic, filthy, and devastatingly feminine all at once. (248 words)