Unlocking the Remarkable Life and Adventures of adam 23

Slow jazz plays in “adam 23”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “adam 23” 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 “adam 23”, 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 “adam 23” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.