The Art of Intimacy: iron mouse rule34

By crystalline water, “iron mouse rule34” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “iron mouse rule34,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “iron mouse rule34” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “iron mouse rule34” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)