The Art of Pleasure in clark tatum

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