Discovering the Fascinating Paths and Life of "it was just one of those things"

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