hard love making: A Story Full of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—hard love making is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout hard love making. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in hard love making. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in hard love making. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in hard love making, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. hard love making ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.