Grubbling into Pleasured Oblivion

This sceneeee, I love it not only for what happens at the end [one perfectly orchestrated insertion motion] but look how playful they are! And this was right after Mrs. Priestly caught them lesbian handed in the sitting room grubbling each other into pleasured oblivion. The audacity! But you know, I think being caught, scolded, and flat out accused of being flame throwers seemed to have simply ratcheted up the level of playful lovemaking between our ladies Ann(e).

Sometimes sex should be unhurried, romantic, replete with longing and reverence for every inch of your lover, in a room lit by a warm, crackling, smoldering fire in the corner. Other times, it’s a magical playground full of laughter, a bouncy house for your nerve endings, fantasy, intrigue, and a bit of rush to satisfaction thrown in. All I'm saying is, AW’s loveseat and bed make one hell of a jungle gym…