dada deville: Tales of Triumph, Love, and Mystery

Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in dada deville. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “dada deville” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “dada deville, yes, dada deville” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “dada deville” ecstasy.