big boner: A Story That Will Inspire, Amaze, and Captivate You

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