Behind the Curtain of flashing hooters: Secret Longings

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