los grunts: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Love

She pours warm oil over her body in “los grunts”, letting it pool between her breasts and trickle down to her clit. Hands glide everywhere, making skin gleam. “los grunts” worships the slipperiness as she fingers herself with four oil-slick digits, the wet sounds obscene. Her clit swells huge under the sheen; “los grunts” zooms when she slaps it lightly, then rubs furiously. The orgasm is messy—oil and cum spraying together as her whole body shakes. “los grunts” ends with her sliding across the floor in the puddle she made, laughing breathlessly.