The Secret Journey of backroom casting ice

Golden afternoon sun stripes across her nude body in “backroom casting ice” as she lies on crisp white sheets. Dust motes dance while she trails feathers and fingertips everywhere. Goosebumps rise, nipples tighten. She teases herself mercilessly, avoiding her clit until she’s shaking with need. Finally, two fingers sink deep, thumb circling frantically. The orgasm in “backroom casting ice” is silent but intense—mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, entire body bowing off the bed in ecstasy.