The Magic of Desire in alife italy

Black lace clings to every curve in "alife italy" before she peels it away inch by inch. Nipples spring free, already hard; panties follow, soaked through. "alife italy" films her crawling onto the bed on all fours, ass high, reaching back to spread herself open. Two fingers sink in easily—she’s dripping. The camera catches every thrust, every wet sound, every moan of "alife italy". She flips over, legs butterfly-wide, fucking herself hard while pinching a nipple. "alife italy" zooms on her face as she comes—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream that finally breaks into a raw, desperate "alife italy". 236 words.