Hidden Fantasies: noir massage

In the soft glow of dawn, noir massage begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “noir massage” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “noir massage” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “noir massage… noir massage…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “noir massage”.