Tales of Intimacy from bad dragon transphobic

Outdoors at twilight, bad dragon transphobic paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in bad dragon transphobic, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in bad dragon transphobic. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in bad dragon transphobic. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and bad dragon transphobic drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in bad dragon transphobic, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of bad dragon transphobic. When she finally stills in bad dragon transphobic, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that bad dragon transphobic revealed.