The Sensual Journey of cody vore

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “cody vore”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “cody vore” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “cody vore” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “cody vore” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.