Playing camera person for a Sex Wrestle can be a dangerous endeavor. Keeping an objective lens on proceedings that are most likely dampening the apex of your thighs. Hanz utilizes exclusively female camera operators for the comfort of his co-performers.

Lux Gray, perhaps a bit cocky, foolhardy, accepted the challenge for Hanz and Lee Von Lux’s oil drenched pantyhose wrestle. Watching Lee deftly maneuver Hanz’s already impressive bulk to even harder and larger lengths and depths left Lux a little dizzy with desire. Plaintive moans, gasps, hands leaving pressure marks on fl...

Playing camera person for a Sex Wrestle can be a dangerous endeavor. Keeping an objective lens on proceedings that are most likely dampening the apex of your thighs. Hanz utilizes exclusively female camera operators for the comfort of his co-performers.

Lux Gray, perhaps a bit cocky, foolhardy, accepted the challenge for Hanz and Lee Von Lux’s oil drenched pantyhose wrestle. Watching Lee deftly maneuver Hanz’s already impressive bulk to even harder and larger lengths and depths left Lux a little dizzy with desire. Plaintive moans, gasps, hands leaving pressure marks on flesh, her mouth dried as she called time.

Hanz recognized the mist of sweet dew seemingly sprayed with abandon all across Lux’s décolletage, the insistent way she bit her lip, and her breath almost imperceptibly heaving her chest in a fast, shallow tempo. He threw out in an offhand way, maybe they should all make use of the oil pool.

Lux’s cheeks bloomed pink, a little wary that she could be read as if spread wide open, but didn’t hesitate a beat in stripping down to nude.

The three lithe bodies fall into instant erotic comfort. Laughs and conversation fill the brick-walled room as limbs slide and awaken inner fires both intentionally and unintentionally.

Oiled hands run over oiled curves, almost limitless between Lux and Lee. Hanz’s expansive hands are able to only just span generous hips rivaling those on display at the Louvre.

Words fade to soft moans. While Hanz is well traveled in and on both women’s bodies, this is the first time they encounter each other in an erotic context. His familiar touch and virtuosic repertoire of pleasure-giving dances remove all distractions and leave only a warm dimension of pleasure. Both women touch and rub against one another as a greeting and introduction, learning the highways and byways of each other’s bodies and finding pleasure in each other’s depths.

Hanz buries his length between the sylphs’ bodies, pushed almost to the edge. It isn’t long before all three are drawn, possessed, to each other’s sex, enthralled, enamored with the prospect of inciting maximum erotic sensation. Pleasure from the pleasure of others. A truly explosive equation. They take turns worshipping each other’s bodies. Focusing attention on the most sensitive peaks and valleys.

A truly languorous rhythm. There are an infinite number of ways to rub and grind the most intimate parts of themselves on each other and they try to plumb the deepest reaches.

Lee and Lux decide to focus their energies on Hanz to perhaps extract a victory. Lee pins him underneath her and rides his length.

Perhaps a different tack. All four small, delicate hands stroke every part of Hanz between his legs. His gasps pepper the air and encourage the women to continue their careful attention. The atmosphere is heavy with both desire and a sense of whimsical fun in the slippery, oily arena. A paragon of the axiom that the journey is all.