"life is goo: A Journey Through Mystery, Courage, and Hope"

“life is goo” is all teasing elegance: red satin gloves and nothing else. She glides those gloved fingers across her collarbone in “life is goo”, down between her breasts, finally reaching the heat between her thighs. The contrast of satin on bare skin in “life is goo” is intoxicating. She works herself slowly at first in “life is goo”, then faster, gloved hand pumping until her entire body tenses. The muffled cries through bitten lips in “life is goo” make the climax even more intense, leaving her flushed and glowing in the aftermath of “life is goo”.