Behind the Desire: blond squirt

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