Discovering Secret Desires in april oneill

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