tales of berseria velvet: Stories, Secrets, and Adventures Beyond Imagination

By crystalline water, “tales of berseria velvet” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “tales of berseria velvet,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “tales of berseria velvet” 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. “tales of berseria velvet” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)