Behind the Curtain of primal sex fight: Secret Longings

She pours warm oil over her body in “primal sex fight”, letting it pool between her breasts and trickle down to her clit. Hands glide everywhere, making skin gleam. “primal sex fight” worships the slipperiness as she fingers herself with four oil-slick digits, the wet sounds obscene. Her clit swells huge under the sheen; “primal sex fight” zooms when she slaps it lightly, then rubs furiously. The orgasm is messy—oil and cum spraying together as her whole body shakes. “primal sex fight” ends with her sliding across the floor in the puddle she made, laughing breathlessly.