Behind the Curtain of lord of the gstring: Sensual Discoveries

Surrounded by flickering candles in lord of the gstring, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “lord of the gstring” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “lord of the gstring, yes, lord of the gstring,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “lord of the gstring” in shuddering waves.