son and daughter sex: A Tale of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

Oil glistens on every curve in son and daughter sex, 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 son and daughter sex. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in son and daughter sex. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of son and daughter sex. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only son and daughter sex could orchestrate. When she comes in son and daughter sex, 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 son and daughter sex.