bus fondling: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Dreams

Morning sunlight bathes her naked body in gold as bus fondling wakes up hungry for pleasure. She rolls onto her stomach, ass high in the air, and reaches for the thick glass dildo beside the bed. bus fondling lubes it slowly, eyes locked on the lens, before easing it between her slick folds. Every thrust makes her perfect breasts sway beneath her. bus fondling rides harder, hips grinding, the toy disappearing completely inside her tight heat. Her moans grow desperate—raw, feminine, unfiltered. bus fondling flips onto her back, legs spread impossibly wide, pounding herself until her entire body shakes. The final scream of bus fondling is pure ecstasy as she squirts in long, clear arcs across the sheets.