Oh, if only I had Frankie Mays talent, so I could sketch what I see here and reflect it back to her. Frankie May pleases on so many levels: visually, with her flushed and beautiful sex, the arc of her body. Audibly, with those smacks and squelches creating a symphony of wet eroticism. And aesthetically, artistically, the baroque lines of her sketchbook coming to life in the deliberate fullness of her orgasm.
