Exploring Emotional Depth in mature face sitting

Slow jazz plays in “mature face sitting”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “mature face sitting” is pure tactile luxury: palms spreading warm oil over breasts, down the slope of her stomach, between thighs that part willingly. She massages her clit with oiled fingers until it throbs cherry-red. Then the wand appears. In “mature face sitting”, the low buzz grows louder as she presses it hard against herself, hips bucking off the rug. Flames dance across skin as she comes in waves, each contraction visible, the word “mature face sitting” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.