Tales of Erotic Beauty: demi sutra and destiny mira

Bound loosely with crimson silk in "demi sutra and destiny mira", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "demi sutra and destiny mira" watches her strain against the ties, breasts heaving, hips rolling in desperate need. A vibrator hums to life between her thighs—she controls it herself, dragging the toy agonizingly slow over swollen lips. Every circle makes her whimper "demi sutra and destiny mira", begging the camera for release. "demi sutra and destiny mira" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "demi sutra and destiny mira" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.