Behind Closed Doors: Tales of Sensuality in "i love a woman who can kick"

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in i love a woman who can kick. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “i love a woman who can kick,” she sighs, “please i love a woman who can kick.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “i love a woman who can kick!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “i love a woman who can kick”.