ERE’S SCENT: THE FRAGRANCE OF SIN
The p**n playing on her laptop blares in the background, moans, groans, whimpers, but she’s louder, filthier, like she’s been chasing an orgasm that won’t come.
She's slick with her own mess, moving in tight circles as the p**n flickers on the screen. Her pussy and clit are swollen and slightly bruised, signally she has been fingering herself for some time now. Her asshole, too pink, twitching, as though her fingers had wandered there, teasing, stretching, greedy for more.
Her tits are halfway out of her top, her dark brown nipples hard, begging for a mouth.
She’s ruined herself nicely. Her perfect gape could be seen feet away.
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