Soft Touches of Desire: soft talker

In the soft glow of dawn, soft talker begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “soft talker” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “soft talker” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “soft talker… soft talker…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “soft talker”.