sex with the pillow: The Remarkable Story of Courage and Hope

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