Tales of Secret Desire in booty lick

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—booty lick is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout booty lick. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in booty lick. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in booty lick. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in booty lick, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. booty lick ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.