Secret Lives in useless junk

Golden oil glistens on every curve in “useless junk” under flickering candlelight. She massages it into her skin slowly, hands slipping over breasts, stomach, between legs. The slick sound mixes with soft moans as fingers plunge deep inside. She rides her hand harder, oil making everything shine. When climax hits in “useless junk,” her back arches dramatically, toes curl, a low cry echoing. “useless junk” feels like an ancient ritual of pure female pleasure.