Behind the Curtains: 1970s pornstar

Slow jazz plays in “1970s pornstar”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “1970s pornstar” 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 “1970s pornstar”, 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 “1970s pornstar” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.