Behind the Curtain of honey the cat feet: Private Desires

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