Behind the Curtain of veiny biceps: Hidden Fantasies Unveiled

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in veiny biceps. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “veiny biceps,” she sighs, “please veiny biceps.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “veiny biceps!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “veiny biceps”.