aunt anal vore: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Discovery

“aunt anal vore” is all warm candlelight and rose petals floating in deep water. She sinks in, legs spread over the tub edges, razor in one hand, the other already between her thighs. Smooth strokes remove every hair while she rubs her clit in rhythm. Freshly bare, sensitive beyond belief, she uses the removable shower head in “aunt anal vore,” powerful jets aimed directly at her swollen clit until her whole body shakes, water splashing over the sides as she comes with a broken cry.