Jane seeks her adventurous man, eagerly exploring the realm of fisting. Willing to embody the role of Tarzan, I grab my protective gear for the exciting journey ahead. Initially warming up with vigorous finger play, she is thirsting for more: the full-fledged fist.
With encouragement from Alexander and me, she ventures, plunging her hand into the fiery vortex of pleasure. Bit by bit, befriending the inviting stretch, she greedily writhes for my embrace—each angle brilliantly satisfying. Such lusty devotion ensures an ardent Tarzan could promptly claim what's rightfully—unquestionably—his own.