Behind the Charm: "what if what if"

Soft candlelight flickers in “what if what if” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “what if what if” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “what if what if” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “what if what if” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “what if what if”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “what if what if”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “what if what if” fades to black.