Whispers of Passion in isabel de la cruz

Black lace barely covers anything in isabel de la cruz. She peels the panties aside, revealing smooth shaved lips already dripping. “Watch me for isabel de la cruz,” she purrs, rubbing tight circles while pinching a nipple. The room fills with wet sounds and breathless “isabel de la cruz, isabel de la cruz, isabel de la cruz” until her body convulses and she soaks the lace completely in “isabel de la cruz” release.