masturbation during labour: An Unforgettable Tale of Mystery

“masturbation during labour” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “masturbation during labour” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “masturbation during labour”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “masturbation during labour”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “masturbation during labour” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “masturbation during labour” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “masturbation during labour” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.