Behind the Curtain of car masterbate: Emotional Adventures

By crystalline water, “car masterbate” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “car masterbate,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “car masterbate” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “car masterbate” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)