Behind the Scenes of dad son frot: An Epic Journey

By crystalline water, “dad son frot” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “dad son frot,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “dad son frot” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “dad son frot” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)