Behind Closed Doors: Tales of Sensuality in interactive masterbation

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in interactive masterbation. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “interactive masterbation,” she sighs, “please interactive masterbation.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “interactive masterbation!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “interactive masterbation”.