The Intimate Art of vox machina r34

In front of a gilded mirror, vox machina r34 becomes pure self-worship. She watches herself touch swollen nipples, whispering “vox machina r34” at her own reflection. Legs spread wide on the vanity, she plunges three fingers deep in vox machina r34, eyes locked on the erotic vision. “Look at you in vox machina r34,” she gasps, fucking herself harder. The dual view—mirror and camera—captures every angle as she screams “vox machina r34” and squirts across the glass in a spectacular climax.