The Art of Intimacy: avery jane ember snow

She’s wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt in “avery jane ember snow”, straddling a firm pillow in pure animal need. The friction against her bare clit is perfect as she grinds faster and faster. Her moans turn into whimpers in “avery jane ember snow” as she chases release, hips rolling shamelessly. When the orgasm hits, she soaks straight through the fabric while she collapses forward, shaking and completely satisfied in this raw, intimate “avery jane ember snow” moment.