Behind the Curtain of gentle sex: Secrets and Stories

Slow jazz plays in “gentle sex”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “gentle sex” is pure tactile luxury: palms spreading warm oil over breasts, down the slope of her stomach, between thighs that part willingly. She massages her clit with oiled fingers until it throbs cherry-red. Then the wand appears. In “gentle sex”, the low buzz grows louder as she presses it hard against herself, hips bucking off the rug. Flames dance across skin as she comes in waves, each contraction visible, the word “gentle sex” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.