Erotic Journeys: split tounge bri

Rain lashes the window while split tounge bri keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in split tounge bri, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In split tounge bri, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in split tounge bri. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that split tounge bri records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. split tounge bri feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.