The Art of Desire Revealed in "i feel the rush addicted to your touch"

“i feel the rush addicted to your touch” is all elegance: a raven-haired woman in heels and pearls, nothing else. In “i feel the rush addicted to your touch” she sits on a grand piano, legs wide, using the smooth handle of a hairbrush as a dildo. The contrast in “i feel the rush addicted to your touch” between refined setting and raw masturbation is intoxicating. Her cultured moans echo in “i feel the rush addicted to your touch” until she shatters, elegant composure lost in shuddering climax.