The Beauty Within: alice shaw belly

Oil glistens on every curve in alice shaw belly, turning her skin into liquid gold. She massages it in slowly, palms sliding over nipples, down the V of her hips, between slick thighs in alice shaw belly. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in alice shaw belly. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of alice shaw belly. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only alice shaw belly could orchestrate. When she comes in alice shaw belly, the oil makes her quiver look like ripples across a golden pond. Spent and glowing, she traces lazy hearts on her stomach, the final intimate signature of alice shaw belly.