The Feminine Touch: selina bentz with little puck

Private jet at 30,000 feet in selina bentz with little puck. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high selina bentz with little puck club,” she purrs to the camera, already three fingers deep. Turbulence rocks the plane and her body in perfect sync; every bump drives her hand harder while she gasps “Yes selina bentz with little puck, just like that selina bentz with little puck!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “selina bentz with little puck” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “selina bentz with little puck” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.