choking on my saliva: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

choking on my saliva is shot entirely underwater. Blue silence envelops her floating nude form. Hair swirls like ink; bubbles escape parted lips as her hands roam freely in choking on my saliva. Weightless breasts sway with each slow stroke between her legs. In choking on my saliva, she spins languidly, chasing her own touch in zero gravity. The camera catches the moment air runs low—her back arches violently, releasing a storm of silver bubbles that burst upward with her climax in choking on my saliva. She breaks the surface gasping, laughing, alive—then dives again because choking on my saliva isn’t finished with her yet.