The Secret Passion of thick thong

Rain patters against windows in “thick thong” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “thick thong” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “thick thong”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “thick thong” is moody, sensual perfection.