Black lace barely covers anything in corneliuscat. She peels the panties aside, revealing smooth shaved lips already dripping. “Watch me for corneliuscat,” she purrs, rubbing tight circles while pinching a nipple. The room fills with wet sounds and breathless “corneliuscat, corneliuscat, corneliuscat” until her body convulses and she soaks the lace completely in “corneliuscat” release.