The Intimate Art of dayah dover

Golden afternoon sun stripes across her nude body in “dayah dover” as she lies on crisp white sheets. Dust motes dance while she trails feathers and fingertips everywhere. Goosebumps rise, nipples tighten. She teases herself mercilessly, avoiding her clit until she’s shaking with need. Finally, two fingers sink deep, thumb circling frantically. The orgasm in “dayah dover” is silent but intense—mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, entire body bowing off the bed in ecstasy.