Intimate Tales from ball rubbing

Fresh white linens and floor-to-ceiling windows set the stage for ball rubbing. She arrives in a trench coat and nothing else. The coat drops, revealing garters and sheer stockings. On all fours facing the city lights, she presents herself completely. ball rubbing zooms in as a vibrating wand presses against her clit from behind, forcing loud, desperate sounds into the night. Multiple orgasms ripple through her, each one making her push back harder, begging in broken words. When she finally squirts across pristine sheets, ball rubbing captures the beautiful mess in crystal clarity.