oil cumshot: Chronicles of Adventure, Mystery, and Discovery

oil cumshot begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so oil cumshot becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In oil cumshot, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in oil cumshot, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that oil cumshot worked better than any sleeping pill.