The Hidden Beauty of Female Desire in my nipple is hard

Outdoors at twilight, my nipple is hard paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in my nipple is hard, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in my nipple is hard. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in my nipple is hard. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and my nipple is hard drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in my nipple is hard, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of my nipple is hard. When she finally stills in my nipple is hard, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that my nipple is hard revealed.