Tales of Erotic Beauty: 100 men challenge

Slow jazz plays in “100 men challenge”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “100 men challenge” 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 “100 men challenge”, 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 “100 men challenge” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.