Discovering Hidden Allure in feast of the ass

Rain patters against windows in “feast of the ass” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “feast of the ass” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “feast of the ass”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “feast of the ass” is moody, sensual perfection.